Silent But Speaking Volumes

So telling of emotion I’ve used you At times I’ve quite abused you You have told of emotion I would have left hidden Thoughts I’ve had that are forbidden You raise too quickly in surprise And lower distinctly at an impending demise But the thing I love that you do best Is when others try to pry or test One goes up and one goes down No room for delusion You know my conclusion The single raised brow says it best written for the to Face, Face to Pen contest