Silent Suffering

Easy to tell through the eyes,
that more drama awaits inside,
than is ever said
out loud outside.
Shed so many tears
I didn't have any left
by the time
my grandma died.
My stomach gets butterflies,
heart flutters,
and chest sighs.
Tongue twisted,
trying to hide
what makes my
soul cry.
I am tortured
by trying to do
what is right.
So I stand
instead of lie.

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