“The exterior can only hide so much, it is surely an armor of glass”

The exterior can only hide so much
An armor cracked by years of silent wars,
Veins of the heart rust where the rain never touched,
Protecting a soul fractured, marred by unseen scars.

The armor whispers of battles within,
Where love once stood but could not defend,
A helm shattered, a mirror with broken pieces of no end.

A soul waning, lost in...