Ssssh.

You have your secrets, I have mine.
Tell yours to those around you, let me keep mine to myself. They're safe inside.
My secrets are about your secrets.
Your little whispers, hidden smiles and agitated glances are what my thoughts feed on, what nourishes them into a vengeful creature - vicious, yet dormant. The more you struggle to keep hidden from me, the stronger the beast grows.
But it will never release it's fury. The bigger it gets, the deeper it begins to drive into me, the angrier it gets as it eats away at my inside.It grows not to wreak havoc on your life but to destroy mine.

You can keep your secrets. The ones I have are enough for me. Too much, actually.
They say talking helps. Well, you talk to them, they listen and then talk about you again. More secrets.
The last thing I need.

Change is good, really?

When you see someone, someone you love and care about, become something that you know in your heart isn't right, what do you do?
Do you let change take it's toll in a belief that transformation is good for people every once in a while or do you stop that wheel from turning? Maybe it isn't your place, maybe what they're doing isn't entirely sinful but that doesn't mean you condone something that is bound to bring about the destruction of their very existence.

As much as criminal action is punished by law, so is innocent silence.
If you can stop it, don't hold back.
But, you have so much to lose from those few words.
In the end, it all comes down to this :
Are they changing or are you just standing still?