Secrets

I have a secret.  I'm itching to tell.  But, for now, I need to keep it.  Today, a friend told me another secret.  I need to keep that one too... and I will... even though, you could argue that perhaps I shouldn't.

I hate secrets.  I hate having to keep them.  I'd much rather just be myself and not worry about what I can say and to whom I can say it.

I tend to be a straight shooter.  Secrets cramp my style.  I can't wait until the subjects of these secrets have reached a point that they're out in the open and I don't have to feel like I'm doing something wrong.

Until then, don't tell anyone.