The Mask of Troubledyne

This is my third Shakespearean sonnet. This came to me today. It seemed rather good.

Though I go out through masks of pain to see
The fears and terrors of a thousand skies
Though I have changed my world, they stare at me
The irrepressible one, Troubledyne

This mask doth seek to hide the pain within
Through bloody, mangled, help of love divine
The word that I seek not to say is sin
Withal, I seek to live, and live sublime

This sun, it holds respite from pain I seek
Though high on sin, and holpen brothers so
I will not die, but then begin to reek
For who will share his brother's darkest glow

I came to seek, but now I fain be sane
The pain I sought was trapped within my brain