I'm that girl,
whom everybody seems to rely on.
They know they have me,
where they want,
because I'm a puppy.
They know I'm not letting,
their,
dirty little secrets,
out.
They know the can count on me.
''It's our little secret,''
they say,
with a grin on their faces,
showing the attention seeker side,
of them.
They wanna be heard,
and listened to,
so they come to me.
But what about,
when,
I need to be heard,
and listened to?
Who can I tell my own,
little secrets to?
(e.k.j.)