Tears On Iron Poem by TIMOTHY KNIGHT HILL

I should have never let you see the real me. I should have kept the mask on. Played the cowboy role one more time. I should have died with my boots on. I should have never let you see the hurt little boy that was still in me. He was hidden away. He should have never walked out. Someone pulled the trigger and he shot out. Panicked and scared lost in the woods. Frighten, alone there he stood. What if it was your child would you comfort him and hold him to your breast. Instead you laughed and made him feel more shame. He cried for you still and back you never came. Someday He will be strong again. He won't have to play a role. A man not broken fixed whole. He won't need you anymore. He's seen your kind too many times before. He thought you were different one he could trust. But, tears on Iron only leads to rust. Are you really cold as steel or can't you let yourself get real. Is it inside your mask that you hide a scared little girl?