From the Bottom of my Hypothalamus: Ironic

I wanted you to be open
Open in the sense that you’ll be honest
Honest in the sense that you’ll stay true
True in the sense that you’ll tell me
Tell it to me first.

However, the irony is I’m afraid
I’m afraid to ask
I’m afraid to learn
I’m afraid to face
The truth behind those lies.

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