Everyone may live wearing his own mask, whether it is anger or insanity, kindness, cuteness, or too many. . .
That is not themselves, it may be the hope of others, it may be their own disguise, or it may be just to protect themselves from harm, or even worse, it is forgetfulness. No matter which one it is, it is a mask. It hurts yourself and others. Of course, there are people who care about you. The forgotten person may be more painful than the forgotten person himself! How painful it must be for the person he once devoted all his affection to disappear from his life all of a sudden!