Dearest Reader

Dearest reader, I have many secrets But I wont tell you now, I'll wait till you're older Heavens know I have many regrets But I wont tell you now, please wait till I'm bolder There are many things about me you dont know yet But I wont tell you niw as you rhetorically cry on my shoulder There is a version of myself you havent met yet But I wont show you now, for she's angry, much darker...colder I dont know if I'll tell you when your tears have dried Or when you no longer cry I'll tell you my secrets but maybe when you're wiser Though it might take a little longer For I dont want to be a bother Till then you can cry on my shoulder While I pretend to be stronger