Drop the mask, don't do it anymore. It's hard to be yourself when everybody likes this new face.
But despite all this (fake) love, you're still miserable. Why ? Why is this happening to you ? Why aren't you happy ?
Because this is not you. This is only powder you threw on their faces, this is only the mist you created to shelter from the storm...
But this storm is there because you allow it to be. Bring yourself up, over the crowds, take the fucking bull by the fucking horns, and be what you always wanted to be...yourself.
But who cares about them ? who cares what they think of you ? They'll be gossiping in their corner while you'll be taking over this fucking world. You will rise and they will fade, you'll win and they won't even dare to compete. Let them remember you as that legend that they once knew.