You feel you have to hide who you really are

I found one narrow place in a forbidding world where I could be myself, and I know both the necessity and the cost of hiding. The hiding costs more than it appears to save — the mask worn always, the loneliness of never being known, the erosion of a self kept out of sight, a heavy price paid daily in the currency of self, so weigh it honestly against the safety it buys. Judge the danger honestly — some is real, where revelation would bring true harm, and some is inherited, an old fear no longer fitting your present, so sort the real threats from the habit and stop hiding where hiding is no longer required. And find the few before whom you can be wholly yourself — for a self shown to no one withers, so seek the safe ones who can know the real you and love you for it, since you need not be known by everyone but must be known by someone. What part of yourself do you most have to hide?