you seem to always be searching for your knight in shining armour.
some perfect person to take away from your pain and keep you sane.
its something i use to be, not perfect but perfect olny for thee.
i really hate to be the one, but i have to let you know that you not i have become your greatest foe.
No one perfect awaits you in your most dire time of need.
imprisoned by your own hate but not the olny one who isn't free.
traped by your side is the worst place to be attempting to protect you, all of you is the olny quest for me.
beaten down by those close rather than agenst whom i defend, my armour tattered something no one can mend.
defiled and discuraged i offer my survices to the same un-wanting loved ones whos protection i did trend.
discarded for my lack of luster or rather the new shine of another who is nothing but a frame.
alone compleatly, tattered and ashamed i hold my sheild in the frost bitten world for your defence i remain.