Fictitious Glory

Write in your story of,  
Fictitious glory...  love?  
I need to see,  
Something in me.  
   
Tell long tales of times we had,  
Some were good...  
Forgive the bad.  
How can I be,  
More than just me?  
   
Enslaved by rules  
man made for me,  
Just a robot factory...  
Slaving day by day.  
What will you say?  
   
Pencils ran along the sheet,  
long ago, now in defeat.
All I can say...
My skies are grey.  
   
Broken, brittle, battered bad,  
Those mistakes take what I had,  
Time rolls on through,  
'til I leave too.  
   
While I hide inside the pain,  
Heart beats slow down,  
I remain...  
My soul inside,  
stone petrified.  
   
Run in circles,  
dizzy days,  
Close my eyes  
lost in the maze.
It hurts to hold
Onto the old.
 
And still I do.  
These things for you.