Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle
At least you warn them; tell them that you're half mad, weird. A flight animal. A social mess. A ghost, unreal. Cool, calm & collected on the surface but inside a raging storm, a scary lunatic. They want to love you as you are, oh yes, but aren't they talking of Dr Jekyll, not knowing that it is Mr Hyde they seek? And even IF they love the real you - the one who was told more than 40 years ago she'll end up in an asylum if she doesn't learn to hide her true self better - wouldn't you despise them for their stupidity?