The Worn Soldier.

Basically, it's just a few short lines about how I hide who i truly am from the world and fight back when it tries to find who i am.

I am someone you do not know. I am but a shell of my inner self. You cannot see the light that radiates beneath my outter darkness. I wonder... who holds the key that will release me from the empty facade you face? I fight back when you push though I am weary and fading. My search has thusfar rendered my sword dull and my shield worn, yet my armor remains intact. Soon i will have nothing to defend myself with. Find me. Before it is too late. That is all i ask.