The Hardest Expression to Hide.

Words wrestle with it present, like a symphony of silence.
Downcast eyes drink in every sight to spite desire.
Sighs surge through throats-hoarse from swallowed pride.
The hurt is heaviest when I've made my mother cry.
Disregard disappointment, but you'll still find it 
behind every ache inside your weary heart. 

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