Invisible lines drawn by society's architects, shaping order in the chaos, they bind us with rules, yet set us free.

Metal guardian, Guarded while it guards your world. A soft turn, spills secrets.

I reckon that this riddle is simply cooked atop itself.

I grow in the wild, taste clean, and sometimes stamp value into metal.

By myself, I might be literal or I might be slang, but in both cases I'm often unwanted. Simply add a ball, and I might be beloved. Take off the ball and add a y, and I become unclear. When I'm Hot, many people like to watch me. Pick me off someone's suit and they might thank you. If you're still me-y about what the answer could be, check out the additional hint.