We all wear them.
Don’t deny it, it’s oh so true. I mean, we wear some many and so different ones that sometimes we don’t what is true and what’s fake.
What triggers the creation of a mask? Is it fear of not being accpeted? is it fear of being teased? are we that good that others are not worthy of our true self. Whatever the reason we have loads of masks, masks that represent parts of us, masks that represent lies, masks that represent nothing at all.
I belive that i bear more masks at any point given then i carry clothes, it’s been like that for too long, i’m getting tired of them but i can’t take them off, i can only change them.