The Most Peculiar Exposure of Hypocrisy

For the longest of time I have felt that it makes sense to keep who I am to myself, that it is private and personal. That the people that matter will be those who are interested enough to ask, to investigate into the hidden recesses. 

Than I am posed with a question, to tell, to tell what is unknown, to tell something hidden.  The question is not of much significance, potentially. Is it a idle question to fill space inside of a empty conversation, as I treated it, or could it be different? 

The lie thought is how I reacted, how I react normally, defensive and still guarding. Skeptical, rather than open faith into potentiality. Someone is curious enough to ask, and I don't respond? How? What am I than? Do I not understand myself? All of this time, i've framed my interaction around if people care to know or not. 

To be fair, there were not many secrets to be shared. As I think you are reading this. This is a lot of me, so much exposed that I don't think I ever told anyone before. Maybe? Aylon help me with that, did you know my dad was a big fan of booze, and spent hours yelling at me? Did that even come out? Are my secrets exposed, or are they still safe? I wonder.