I built my vocabulary to distract you from the things I don't want to tell you.

To have you pick apart the statement
rather then accepting its whole construct.  
Words are the distraction  
disconnected from the feeling.  
  
MIspellings to notice  
to ignore what I meant.  
It's tactical  
and shamelessly misleading.  
   
But I got tired.  
Not lazy.  
Just tired.  
and it lead me here.  
Back to simplicity.    
   
Even here and now  
You reading this.  
It's another sleight of hand.  
   
Because i'm still putting off  
writing about the more intimate parts and thoughts of myself.  
My anxieties.  
The recent emergence of self awareness.  
My consistent thoughts of death.  
My sometimes crippling depression,
how it's become somewhat manageable now.  
The last 18 months...  
The last 10 years...  
...  
*ahem*  
I'm sorry.  
What was I saying?