human barnacles
clinging desperately
to anything with
a hint of momentum
dragging the vessel
slower and slower
in their narcissistic
need to find a hint
of secondary attention

talent means nothing
when the ones in charge
do nothing to capitalize
on anything but themselves
starving slowly while
you support the business
which ignores your work

i find it difficult
to motivate myself
when nothing comes of it
excuses instead of money
lapsed friendships where
ego overwrote honesty
reduced to a special needs
photo op for publicity

i chased after
my dreams
and slowly lost
any scrap of hope
when the people
around me revealed
they never cared
about the art
just themselves
as all they
wrote was me off