Listening

by Harshita Das aged 12

I dance and sing with a smile on my face
I listen and I understand
I make people feel that they can trust me
I always lend a helping hand
They confide in me, their darkest secrets
For I don’t gossip, I’ll never spill
When they feel like they’ll explode, if they keep it in
I help them keep the explosion still
I listen, I dont judge or advise
Everyday problems, which are common, yet life changing
I help them loosen the hold of the tide
I help them relive the sting

They trust me, they like me
But sometimes, listening is hard
Because being there for someone is hard
When you want a person to be there for you

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