Angry Chair

You've held the title, and sat on the throne for far too long.
Perhaps those hands are not tied, or perhaps anger and betrayal is a mindset.
A state of mind you occupy so willingly.
Maybe it's up to you to pull back the bracelets and see the scars are self inflicted.
Remove that breastplate and feel there's a heart still ticking.
The armor never fit you anyway.
At what point do you step on judgment instead of passing it?
Stop pretending to be so perfect, and come to truth with who you are.
That throne, that seat, that angry chair is no place to be.
The gods know I'm no innocent, and I to have made peace with my demon's.
Pass the gavel, let someone else carry the burden of causing others pain.