But I don't...

It takes every ounce of energy I have to hold up the mask and I'm getting very very tired.

I can't stand to be alone.  I can't stand to be around people.  I can't stand.

The person you decided I am...

What if I'm not the person that you decided I am?  The shrew.  The anxious one.  What if you just stopped seeing the softer parts of me because they became harder for me to show?  What if I stopped showing the softer parts because I felt like someone had to be strong to hold us both up.  And what if it was more than I could handle and I did become angry.  And resentful.  And I couldn't find my way back.  And there was no one there to lead me.  And there was no one there at all.