Paper Bag

Its just a bag
Thats what they tell you
But in truth
It is a protector of secrets
Whisper into it
And seal it away
And it shall hold
As long as no one tears
And disturbs its sanctity
Place your deepest fears
Into the bottom
And look away
There they shall stay
Until you deem fit
That is the bag
The ever vigilante
All objects of desire and doom
They can be placed here
Forever, and ever
Till the end of time
Sealed, surrounded
By layers of secrecy
And it shall never surrender
Never faulter
Under the pressure of the world
It is a simple device
And we all have them
So use them wisely

And you may be wondering what I am talking about. I didn't really get it either until my friend said I was her paper bag. And then it clicked. This is about that one or more persons you trust with your deepest and darkest secrets and fears. Those you consider your best friends. Your voices of reason and sanity when the world crashes down on you.