My heart is iron It feels no emotion. No amount of sadness or happiness can effect it. Ever.
It wasn't always this way It used to be fabric, flimsy and unstable Always letting those annoying emotions hurt. I was nothing more than a baby
But I changed after those words My heart turned to ice, hard and cold but crackable And I wouldn't settle for crackable So then it changed to iron.
My heart is iron And I am proud But the iron is only a cover For a beautiful diamond
A poem slightly about bullying. It is also a true story. I am dedicating this poem to those who have faced bad things in their life and are still living the best they can without giving up. I am thanking them for still being kind, even without showing emotion.