its the loneliness of having a part of yourself nobody can see. a public face that must be upheld, a lie, a facade that protects the core. and maybe it's shared with a few others, close trusted friends who know the truth. but nobody gets it like the one. nobody else sees it. they can see under the mask, through the facade for the truth. not the whole at first but bits. pieces. until one day they see it all. and they love you anyway.












