"Can I tell you a secret"
Ever since I was a child, up till now, I've heard these words. From my peers and from a younger generation. Secrets become one of two things. Anger or closeness. By telling a secret I made him and he mad. The frightening possibility of harm to them scared me. It's was my fault. Completely my own fault. I knew it and tried to protect he. No matter how good they may be, I wanted to avoid pain on them both. One More than the other. I tried to calm an accidental fire and created another one. And I don't think I can tame them both.
