Do we all wear masks to hide ourselves from the world or to protect ourselves from it? In our diaries you can find the truth. In the hidden pages there is no one to judge us, no one to tell us how to feel or how to live. It’s just the writer and their secrets, and they spill everything, because they know their diaries won’t say a word.
Look into their eyes, tell me what you see. I see trapped souls, trying to be freed. They’ve been locked for many years in there, hiding from the world. Screaming louder and louder every day and wondering why they’re never heard. Perhaps, it’s because the outside mask is too perfect a disguise. Or maybe, it’s because you’re just too busy, to look into their eyes.
Maybe knowing each others truths could have saved them.