My jokes are like my armor

Something to hide behind

Something everyone can laugh at 

Without ever seeing my mind

For if they were to pierce my armor

And see what lies beneath

They would laugh to see my hopes

And I would be filled with grief

But if you polished my armor

To make it shine in the sun

If you scrubbed the rust away

You'd see what I could become

If you took my armor

Tore it right away

And got a look beneath it

What would you have to say?