You Can Confide In Me

People often say to me things like you can confide in me We can share our problems and make them less problematic. A problem shared is a problem halved, so I do. I do so knowing that it is a form of self-betrayal and a heathen form of retribution. It's a stay of execution. It's a hangman's noose suspended on a branch of friendship you know right from the off is weak and susceptible to breakages, and at some, near point in future, the whole limb shall wither away, but not before the rope has been swung firmly around your neck and tied tight to the gallows pole, not-till-they-see-you swing and your whole face is swollen red turning blue hanging by a gibbet and your last rights read will they find satisfaction? It's a get-out clause, plain and simple; they want from you, and when they're done with what's left of you, they will look for other like-minded colleagues, friends or family to join in with a mob's unending rule and laughter and applause. And whilst there, they will take a small step back and admire their handiwork, single out another unsuspecting poor fool and again say to them, you know you can confide in me anything you want. Your deepest, darkest secrets are honestly safe with me. I can assure you of that. And you know a problem shared is a problem halved. But sadly, in truth, these Juduses, these beasts of burden, can't be trusted to carry anything, not even unto themselves.