A Modern Day Hero, Am I?

A modern day hero, that's what I am Being etched in your eccentric mind; A mere tokenism, for my tormented body; Always reminding me, I am of that kind Yet, my shivering spine Disagree in everything you opine; How could you confer me such? Yet, you continue to ride Roughshod over me, nobbling my chances Of re-establishing myself; I wonder! Could you not read or write? You misspelled, rambling my true identity; Advise: Be honest and dedicated To your work, for you to be right; I take no pleasure of being called a hero, Nor, wish to become one; I'm just an OFW, warbling in a small cell That the master provided, for when winter fall I can huddle in silence, beside its cold wall; If, I'm your beloved, why couldn't you smile? Every time I come to see you; Again, Why? Reason....unwanted!