Short Stories

If Only - Snippet 3

"Do you know what it's like to go back and forth!? To switch my personality to make each of them happy," sobbing I collapse to the floor. He reached toward me but I flinch away, I didn't want him to see me like this. "I was supposed to be strong, I was supposed to be the anchor for everyone, and now look at me... I'm pathetic!" I know my anger wasn't directed at him, it was at myself and the people that take me for granted and just push me to the side.

"You are strong, you get through day by day, surviving just like everyone else, but with so much shit going on, you're an anomaly!" I look up at him through my tear-filled eyes, if only he knew how dead I really was. How I'm not crying in front of him because of my back and forth, no, it's because I'd rather go back and forth than to reach out and grab a hand. I'd rather suffer than be myself in fear of making others sad or angry. If only he knew I was too scared to show myself to the world of fear of their reaction.