Do we live in wardrobes?

Can we wake up the next day without feeling the effect of yesterday?
Can we be happy and bubbly in front of everyone without feeling that deep piercing cut?

Who are we, which numb the inner most feelings and act as if nothing happened at all?
Who are we?

Fakers?
Actors?
Hiders of our true self?

They say be who you are. Be yourself.

What if, everything around you seem like objects which freezes as time passes by, are you not you who do not want to care about anything around you?
What if, deep down all you are is broken, are you not you who just wants to bathe in tears?

Be who we are?

Can we, in this world?
Can we, when people expect us to be fine?

Or, are we who we are based on how we want others to perceive us?
Based on who we in our minds think we are?

Do we live in wardrobes?
We hide in it when we are down.
When it’s time to get out, we enclothe ourselves.
No matter the condition or state.

It’s been a thought-ing week.