Such fragile moments we share

There are many things I'd like to say to a few people. Or about a few people. It feels like I'm forced to hold things back. For various reasons. Whether it be for someone's security or for someone's selfishness. Or because I don't want someone to be upset with me. But I don't want to be the person who isn't true to themselves because someone doesn't like them the way they are. I just don't. Well, who does? But plenty of people do it everyday.
To one of you I say: I understand. But it sucks that you expect me not to say a word. Like, I'm glad you told me what you did. But now I have to watch what I say around certain people, cause they don't know. Whatever. But, really, I feel your pain.
To another I say: You sort of hurt my feelings. I feel like I don't matter to you sometimes. And sometimes I feel like I can't really be myself with you. Like it will piss you off. So I keep mouth shut. I censor myself. Because sometimes I feel like you aren't willing to take the time, nor have the patience, to deal with me. And that really hurts.
To yet another I say: I wish I could talk freely to you about everything. I wish you didn't judge me so much. Because I think we could be great friends. And I wish you put our friendship a little higher on your "to do list".
To all of you, I say: Be patient with me. I have feelings, too. And I have a lot of questions. So if I ask a lot, please answer a lot. That's what makes me feel important. I want you to take interest in me and what's been going on with my day. I like it when you take time to understand me. Cause a lot of people don't. They take my silence as me having nothing to say. But that's not it. My silence comes because I don't feel cared for.
That helped a bit. I feel like I said a bit of what I needed to say. Even though most of you won't read this.
Whatever.