The things I don't tell you

I act
Every second of every day
I am a very good Actor
I don't fake who I am, everything You hear, everything You see is real
But the things I don't say are real too
I don't tell You how I flinched when You said her imaginary friend committed suicide and everyone laughed
I don't tell You why I told You, that I didn't want to, and that I hate the idea of "coming out"
I don't tell You how much it hurts Me that You told me, how much I wish I didn't know
I don't tell You how close I got to others now that You're gone, but I'm afraid you are about to find out
I don't tell You how I never know whether you are being real or fake, so sometimes I don't want to comfort you
I don't tell You how much it makes me want to scream when You never talk about You
I don't tell You a lot, even though I want to because I don't feel like I get the right kind of support from You
I don't tell You, what don't I tell You? I tell You a lot, and not enough
I don't tell You because I am scared, because it is unimportant, because I don't want to hurt You
So here are the things I don't tell You