My Friends, The Stars

My friends,
The stars,
Know my scars.

The stars hear
My every word
But never whisper
A syllable of my problems.

All my struggles,
I whisper
To the stars,
My dear friends,
Who know to be true,
Who never reveal my scars.

The stars, my friends,
Help me make amends
By listening quietly
As I speak of my pain,
Speaking softly from the brain,
And as I weep,
My secrets they will keep.