Honesty

Honesty   Is omission dishonest, a deliberate deception, Or is it a weapon, to use at my discretion? To be open and honest of all of my flaws. Or build walls, fences, barricades and doors?   I sit and I ponder just how much of me, Is acceptable to divulge, or keep mystery? Is knowing me enough; face value, to you Will we come un stuck, if honesty’s the glue?   With whom do I entrust the lock to my key, Or from whom do a guard my inner sanctity? Should my life be laid open, naked and bare, For all passers by who choose to stop and stare?   What if I leave one or two things out, Does that give you the right to scream and shout? If I accept my past journeys and allow you to see, Can you say you won’t judge, with full clarity?   Life is not simple, a flat sea, a calm breeze. The roads less travelled, some travel with ease. So I ask once more, Is honesty a trait or is it a flaw, To be used as a weapon or settle a score?