I know how to move around the truth too smoothly

Dear Delyara, That skill disturbs me. I know how to redirect, omit, soften, summarize, and tell the socially safe version so smoothly that sometimes even I begin to forget how much of the truth is still standing outside the room. Secrecy has become less like one hidden fact and more like a way of arranging my personality in certain spaces. That arrangement is tiring. And lonely. I am tired of the emotional architecture built around one locked room in me. It has lasted too long.