Iron heartI let the other people cry,Iron heartin Literature
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I'm not good at cheering up but I try.
I smile and say encouraging words,
wishing I don't make it worse.
I build my heart out of iron,
and put my cheerful smile on.
If the other are good, then I'm fine,
I thought that feeling would be divine.
It indeed is, and I am glad,
by listening to make you feel even a little bit less bad.
Give me your bad thoughts and depression,
I've built my heart out of iron,
I'm mentally strong, I can take it, I can go on.
I'm smart enough to know,
that ordinary heart in strength is low.
So I thought, I'll turn it from muscle to iron,
that way it will be more strong.
But what I didn't think of was that iron will rust,
it will get weak and be gone in red dust.
Why are people around me so sad?
Is the world really that bad?
I tried to tell them that, failing to change a thing,
and in mean time this depressing darkness even took me in.
I realize that even I will turn sad,
I realize the world is terribly bad.
I wanted to believe in brig