I’m a secret shared in a crowded room, Yet I carry the weight of a heavy heart’s doom. I’m the guilty sound of a secret told, But for a cheated friend, I’m bitter and cold. I have no voice to shout or sing, Yet I’m the 'careless' thing a dancer brings.

It can be broken It can be spoken It can be given It can be written There are multiple examples of it in this riddle, including these.

A simple invention, yet so complex. Millions of people question daily How large of a team is required To remove and to install me.

I'm long and green, a garden delight, But some say my shape is a bit impolite. I'm cool in a salad, a refreshing bite, But what am I, causing such lyrical plight?

I start in jars, I end in crumbs, your willpower weakens as hunger comes. A single bite begins the run, what am I that’s never just one?