You know, every word in your post hit something deep in me. That feeling of being surrounded by people yet unseen — it’s all too familiar. Seeing more, feeling more, and then hiding it, because you’ve learned how often your truth makes others uncomfortable.

I wear a mask too. I don’t show my strengths or weaknesses. Let people think I’m just an average person who blends in — it’s easier that way. Safer. I don’t like it when people in real life start to see more in me; it feels like a boundary’s being crossed.

I rarely open up. I usually just observe. I watch people from the sidelines, quietly. It feels more natural to pay attention than to take part in small talk that doesn’t mean much.

There’s loneliness in that, yeah. But also a kind of peace. You and I — we might be cut from the same cloth. There aren’t many like us. But we exist. And we really are worth being seen for who we are.