I want nothing more than to love my armor
Treasure it with the greatest grace
with my life story on it
Leaving a lovely, little trace
All it’s bumps and curves
They are all part of it
It’s like a soft blanket
My personal perfect fit
My armor moves with me everywhere
It never leaves my side
It surrounds like it should do
protecting me day and night
I am allowed to embrace it
The outside of my soul
Painting and shaping it
But not changing it
Because it is how it is
Been formed through the years
Including imperfect pieces
It turned out like this

– ARM