Glimpse Into My Heart Poem by Ima Ryma

I was so happy when I got
A heart to call my very own.
I planned to have a heart a lot,
And not feel heartless all alone.
But when I felt for my heartbeat,
I could not feel as felt I should.
A test I needed to complete,
And the results were sure not good.
After carrying out my plan,
The tears I shed made my face rust.
My opened chest of this tin man
Showed my heart of silk and sawdust.

I glimpse into my heart and see
The Wizard of Oz fibbed to me.