White Picket Fences

Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not real

A heart of gold,

of laughter, of love,

no Hell below,

only sky above.

When all seems well,

outwardly at ease,

who would've thought

that looks could deceive?

It's all an act,

a facade for you,

masking the hurt,

if only you knew.

Author's Note

I've struggled with some personal problems recently, and although all of my friends and family have been there for me in complete support and helped me through in ways I can't begin to make up for, I as an introvert can't shake the sense that there's so much I've left unsaid that I would say if given the chance.
That being said, this was written spur-of-the-moment late at night after watching The Breakfast Club, so don't expect Walt Whitman or anything :)

Reviews

[CountNicholasAlti]

We've certainly all been there friend. Short, simple, powerful - well done. Although may I recommend changing "masking the hurt" to possibly "masking the pain" or "sorrow," or something that may fit easier and flow smoother?