Odysseus The Depressed

You'd think moving place from place would give one experience,

but that right there, that's where you thought

wrong. 

Traveling in circles,

almost reaching home,

      only to be betrayed by my own men. 

The wounds that I hold, 

are not only physical. 

Building trust is one thing, 

but keeping it is something nobody has ever done to me. 

My only loyal men lay home in bed,

praying for my return. 

Slipping into the darkness is what I stick to

but if only me ego didn't get the best of me,

maybe everyone would like me better.

Described as a bold and noble warrior,

the label doesn't fit. 

I live a life of secrecy,

lies, 

violence,

and depression.

I am only here to protect and serve everyone.

Everyone but me. 

We all planned to come back home. 

But we all did not return.

For we were stuck on a island

Met beasts from far and wide

but some from inside. 

I was the hardest thing to conquer.