When the World

When the world is my mirror
I can see
The reflections don’t match

When the world is my armor
I can’t fight
The breastplate won’t fit

When the world is my haven
I am vulnerable
The guards are on a break

When the world is my home
I am homeless
The world isn’t concerned with outcasts

A/N: I'm curious to see what you get out of this, so plz tell me in ur review. don't just say 'nice work' or sumthin like that...