The Armors Gone

I am done with the hate,
The fake.
Listening to others rail,
About a tale I could really care less about.
Imposing your self on me,
This isn't what friends are supposed to be.
Head spinning, never winning.
Over being what everyone needs.
So if you all could kindly please,
Just leave me be.
This isn't the life I want to lead.
Iam not your saviour, the armours gone,
The battles over no one won.
But the turmoil continues now a choice brought on yourself.
Face it darling your living in your own hell.

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