The Wizard of Oz

I’ve never had a real conversation with anyone. And by real I mean I’ve never been 100% myself. I don’t find this sad because I feel everyone holds back some part of themselves for fear of giving away everything and not getting enough back in return. I’m not dishonest; I’m in a constant state of self preservation.
This leaves me with the impression that no one actually knows who I am, but do we really know anybody? Isn’t part of life just a game of positioning mirrors so people can see what they want to see or what you need them to see? And yes, it is horribly draining to feel as though you have to reflect an illusion. And yes, it would be easier to just dump this self inflicted burden, but I’ve learnt dropping the curtain doesn’t get you any more applause.