Honesty is a two-headed monster.

to tell the truth is to reveal the full extent of my vulnerability.
and in my vulnerability, expose the vulnerabilities of others--
like the winds of a typhoon after the calm of the storm,
uprooting what was once thought to be firmly planted.

or

i can hide in the shadows of half-truths or half-lies,
to remain in the illusion that all is safe.
that all is good.
that all is well.

honesty is a two-headed monster,
it divides and consumes the seemingly unmolested,
and tortures the well-meaning intentions of virtue.

once awaken,
it cannot be tempered.
once awaken,
it will not sleep,
until its purpose has been completed,
it rages on...

and on...

and on...