Pain will out

Smiling for the world
is hurt I can stand
no more.
Sick of the hidden truth,
the rivers of guilt that flow.
Always a deep undercurrent
of resentment.
No more.
Snarling darkness held still
by bonds of inadequacy.
Always the inferiority,
words like darts, piercing,
no more.
Call it evil, if you will,
I care not for names.
Rising above the clacking
of tongues magnified a thousandfold,
I hold myself in
no more.