I can let it
all out,
be the ugly truth
where no one
can see.

pour out
all this anger
and hurt
that pulsates
inside.

frustrate the
confusion
put it into
free form.

whisper
all the things that wound,
that I wish
were different

that I would say
if you were
listening

if I were able
to live
up to them.

so I'll wear this smile
and come in last
and someday
back up intentions
with purity.