A/N: Today at school, something bad happened, and sparked the idea for this poem. I wrote it in 5 minutes. Microwrite has something to do with this…

Every time it happens,

I tell myself to stop.

Stop telling him secrets,

Stop sharing your life,

Don’t reveal the ways of your mind,

Or the thoughts of your soul…

Unless you want them told in whole.

There’s this boy that I like,

He’s really hot,

There are some I’d have told,

And others, not.

I’m best friends with this guy,

I can’t trust a bit,

He’ll tell anyone anything,

Even if it’s nothing.

Now everyone knows it,

Including his sis,

I didn’t want it to turn out like this.

Why tell him, I ask.

It’s always the same,

He tells all that’s important,

Oh what a shame.

And yet I’ll do it again,

Despite all that I know,

About his abilities,

To keep things to himself.

A/N: The rhyme scheme is totally bizarre, but I can’t figure out the end. Suggestions would be well appreciated, as well as a review. Thanks.