head cracked open

It'd be like my head cracked open on the concrete sidewalk and my mind spilled out, exposing my innermost thoughts and feelings. Everyone would crowd around and gasp in shock. It's appealing in a way, the idea of being completely and utterly honest with the world, or at least a few select people. To tell them how I feel, to tell them anything I please. Then sit back and relax, waiting for their response, their reaction. And after this grand revealing of all that floats around my conscious mind, I could live without regret. I wouldn't have to worry about the 'what ifs'. But as deliciously appealing as this sounds, I am a coward. I keep a majority of my feelings trapped inside my head and stream of thought. I wouldn't count on them being spilled on the sidewalk anytime soon. Just blank pages meant for my eyes only. I'm not quite prepared to display my insides, my beating heart, my organs. It's all the same, isn't it? My scandalous decisions, my lungs, my vulnerable side, my liver, every part of me. There's just something so charming about telling someone your entire life story, sparing no details.