This is a poem from Rose's point of view about the things that she could discuss with no one. Disclaimer: I own a CD player, a TV and DVD player, a Gameboy Advance SP, a portable radio, a video camera, and I'm about to buy a new skateboard, but I don't own American Dragon: Jake Long

The dragon saved my life

But who could I telll?

Jake couldn't know

And the Huntsman would say

That the dragon was just playing my emotions

So I continue to wonder, why?

When the American dragon called out my name

I knew things were about to change forever

So it was him!

But who could I tell?

I might never see Jake again

And there was no way I would tell the Huntsman

So I release Jake and run

My parents are alive!

But who could I tell?

Jake would want to help, but it's too dangerous

And the Huntsman would be mad if he learned that I knew

So I continue to search in secret

Lao Shi asked me to break up with Jake

But who could I tell?

Jake would become mad at Lao Shi

And the Huntsman certainly wouldn't understand

So I cry myself to sleep at night

I have to betray Jake to save my family

But who could I tell?

I can't tell Jake. The Huntsman is watching me

And the Huntsman is the one who made me do it

So I decide to give up my own life instead

That spikey-haired boy looks so familiar

But who could I tell?