Why

In my life I have done a few bad things, as we all do, but some I just couldn't tell any of my friends about. The feelings stay locked inside my mind, hurting and pulling at my heart.

When I was young I would listen to all my friends tell me their deep dark secrets. My trust was strong. At times it bothered me that I was helping them and no one listened to me. I would think, "Why am I doing this? I have to think of me."

Now, a few years older and away from the friends I know. It's all clear. That's me. I'm a helper. I listen to people, let them get it off their minds and learn from finding a reason for the pain.