I'Ve Learned Not To Confess Too Much

I've learned, Not to confess too much. Even to those I 'suspect' I can trust. Nothing is as real, As one's own touch. Especially if one's hands, Covers a mouth to keep shut. Yes I have learned, Not to confess too much. Some may rush to pass judgement. And unconsciously without intention... Innocently crush an unexpected exchange. Made by a quick assessment that shames. Leaving eyes to bug wide. And names to be called. With a falling out done. Over really nothing at all. I've learned, Not to confess too much. Or express on my face... Something in my mouth leaves a bad taste. And as difficult as this may seem to me, I may lie. To protect my own and someone else's dignity. Than to bring someone to tears. Because of a giggle heard a person hears. Experience has taught me this... IF someone wishes to expose, Their ugly baby to me... At least I know how, Now... Not to look in shock or horror. Oh yes... I've learned not to express too much! However, If tears should fall from 'my' eyes? I am quick to announce, An ecstatic happiness. With a controlled truth, Hopefully kept undetected inside. Although my knees may knock... I am quick not to let them bend. From a howling laughter, I do my best to keep within. 'Lord, God... I thank You! ' ~You have more control than I do! Geeessshhh... Did you 'see' that ugly baby? Don't blame that on Me, uh uh... Oh no.~ 'GOD..? ' ~Don't 'God' Me... I had nuthin' to do with that! My assignments are in the East, And South Cosmos.~