Favorable Discredit (First poem of 2017

Greetings 2017, we’re fifteen days deep and my plate has been salvaged after my kindness was regurgitated back up in my face according to the very last thing I ate… Discouragement. I need reassurance, why you ask? Here I’ll reword it better. I need motivation like a recommendation letter or something equivalent to get me through the chilly weather. YouTube is a worthy boss with multiple weaknesses soon to be discovered yet I still successfully stumble n stutter cuz my breakdown process was recently over-cluttered. One moment I feel like I can take on whatever’s thrown and since the support I expected isn’t relevant, before I made an account I was already alone n on my own. They don’t believe in me but just you wait n see, I refuse working nobody’s 9 to 5 til I turn 93 being my own boss sounds doable time to make that notion a reality. Not a lick of faith available or any caring in store lying awake racking up crazy hours editing, fingers terribly sore because somewhere inside of me a fiery phoenix needs one chance to grow its wings n soar! I just wanna exploit my talents n self-worth showing the world how being this goofy n sweet is indeed a blessing but moreso a curse. Join me on this nonstop grind any who’re against the dream I’m following, your comments I shall undermine n underline be sure to clock me with your watch then stop while I’m exposing you in a song in my spare time.