My story

This is my story 
though I must warn you it is not one of glory
There is no hero no princess and no mission
All I want is for you to listen 
These words I write 
About my fight 
The are not to make you sad man or even glad
They are for you to see the past I’ve had
From telling you this there’s nothing I gain
I just want you to hear my pain
My mind is a composite 
So here my thoughts I deposit 
From my mind I will never be free
And truly I can never find glee
So the thoughts on paper
Are broken like their maker
So down I let these thoughts flow
And somehow my mind does still grow
I am a broken soul
And I hope that I can find a goal
I want you to list to us
And no I will not make a fuss
But our story deserves to be told
For the broken minds are gold
Each day is a fight
But this story has no might
Each time we make it to our bed
A victory as we wish we were dead
We grow accustomed to distress
And no I don’t tell you this under duress
And yes I know my poetry isn’t the best
Nowhere near as good as the rest
But this is more than mere words
I speak of behalf of the herds 
So here we go this is my story
And hopefully one day it will be one of glory