Off The Topic Thursdays/ Hidden Truths

The bluest of skies
With a silent breeze
The most golden of wheat
And the birds
Singing their sweet song
So peaceful
Outside that little house
But inside
There is a man
That is tired
Of fake smiles
Fed up of pretending
That everything is good
And right
When his mind
Is sick
And dark
With a voice telling
That his life
He needs
To be ending

Alex