Poems for Stark

Iron Man belongs to the world.
Money and a bright red suit,
Not the dry sobbs from a man curled
On the floor, with his feelings on mute.

Iron Man, America’s Modern Hero.
The man who had it all is giving it back,
But no one cares when he feels like zero,
Or notices an anxiety attack.

Iron Man, behind the mask,
People forget that there is a man
Hurting inside,
Swallowing pride,
To follow the world’s plan.

A man hides behind the mask,
Where silent hot tears turn to rust;
Under the weight of the world’s trust,
He fears he will crumble to dust.