O Mr. Tin Man,
Do I have a problem with you.
Your privileged steel of thought
Has taken everything you lack
For granted.
How could you wish away your coat of armor
For yellow flesh when
I have felt nothing but cold
covering my body
Freezing over me into a mobile glacier
Floating into the abyss of an Alaskan sea.
You see, Mr. Tin Man, your coat of steel
May be cold but can’t you see
You still have a coat?
Mr. Tin Man,
How can you wish away the vacancy in your chest
For a warm heart to move in when
I have felt nothing but constant emptiness
Rip open my own, draining
Into nothing by the pupation of pain strangling
itself, hanging itself with the noose
Made Up of my own arteries in attempt of
Stopping my blood flow because maybe
That will make me feel something.
Mr, Tin Man,
Your skin may be steel and your chest may be heartless
But can’t you see that you cannot break.
Mr. Tin Man,
I look at my reflection and all I see is the green of my skin,
Jealousy within that we are so alike, yet not the same at all.
