Armor

This armor I wear
once used to shine with brilliance
but the years of battles have taken their toll
internal decadence has made it dull
battered, and dented, full of holes
across my breastplate, my heart is exposed
the others know this weakness
for they strike it again and again
but I have yet to falter

This armor I wear
has seen its times of war and peace
surprise skirmishes on empty streets
overbearing, obese police
stabs in the back, and frontal attacks
sweet victory, and bitter defeat
In my head the battles repeat
over and over
it prepares me for the next wave

it has been molded around me
I can not take it off
I wish I could
for you