It may be full of strive
Private to some
Public to none
Never to be broadcasted upon a movie screen.
The things I've seen would make some men scream.
Rising above the ashes.
Yet judged upon my past.
Deeds of old reflect like a mirror.
Never taken for the man I've become,
But looked down upon of the man I was.
Pushing towards the future, but yesterday is what's seen.
My life knows countless struggles and hardship.
But none have tasted my tears or known my pain.
My failures are recorded, but good deeds forgotten.
Among some I'm a hero, but to the world I'm nameless.
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