You know exactly what everybody wants you to be — and you have a different mask to present to each one of them. You have a script to follow to make every audience praise you.
At work, you perform as expected — even better than expected — and you get attention and praise. But nobody ever knows the real you.
Among your friends, you have a different script. They expect you to be some particular thing — and you perform perfectly based on what they expect. But none of your friends ever know the real you.
At home, you know what your family expects to see from you — and you perform that script perfectly, too. But unknown to them, not a single one of them gets to know the real you.
In the moments when you allow yourself feel anything, you are bitterly lonely.