An Onion for your thoughts?

Feverishly, she peeled them away
Stripping off one layer
Then another...and yet another...
A curtain of sweat-soaked hair
Two green beads of crazed emotion
Despair writ large everywhere

"Can you tell me why
Parts of your self mutually belie
One second, take me so high
The next, leave me high and dry...

The core that I seek
Is swathed in covers that wreak
Panic, and leave me sapped, weak
The dam has begun to leak..."

Her hoarse laugh broke through
"You have more layers than onions, why...why?
What's there to hide, that keeps you shy??"

The slow swivelling of the head
Taking in the sight of opinions awry

Said he, as if swatting a fly,
"Strange that onions should come up
Maybe I too, can't help but make you cry..."