We became what we hate the most
We lie everyday and by doing so we pretend being protective.
That by having three different personalities we are somehow gonna be fine. One you choose to show the public from time to time, one to your friends and the one you hid carefully from everybody else.
What if we stepped out of our 'comfort zone' and did what we really wanted, said what we actually meant to say?
Has life frightened us so much to the point where we can't be real?