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
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
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.
