We are all masters in hiding, never letting others learn or get too deep into our real feelings. We regress and deny and hit out; anything to not have to face what really bothers us. And what never changes is the mask that we wear everyday.
The masks help us carry along the detritus of our lives. Behind it lies broken dreams, unrequited love, the sorrows of our childhood, pain and longing, but no one ever notices it. They are too busy staring at our colourful masks.