Suit of Armor

That suit of armor that I wear,
Keeps me looking normal so you don’t stare.
It has been on for so, so long,
Without it, where do I belong?
That suit of armor fits so well,
It keeps me safe inside my shell.
I hope one day to let you in,
Then I will know he did not win.
That suit of armor that I wear,
Touch me through it if you dare.
One day soon I’ll come right out,
And to the whole big world I’ll shout
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