Why do I write my thoughts?

I'm not a hero,  I am not made of stone.   Truer words have never been said.  Using that as a basis for my thoughts,  I often feel that I have not been judged fairly,  and this makes me shake my head.  I am doing my best,  and the rest I have tried to make beneficial for others. 

I'm sad

I'm also angry.  What do I need to do to get everyone to understand that they are controlling nothing,  and the more they try to,  the worse things will get.  I gave everything to defend the country and now I am rarely appreciated.  I help people who are dealing with loss,  and trying their best to accept things that are seemingly unacceptable. I am not perfect,  but I try harder than anyone else that I know.  And for what?  That dear friends is the question of the century.