He was inspired to pursue his dreams after placing them on hold. He wanted to help but had nothing to offer. He learned that he would have to help himself first. After being insulted by someone he thought highly of. Always assumed the worse or expected him to fail.
Bouncing back knowing he's not seen as an equal but working harder than those whom judged and labeled him. He was never materialistic and treated people right that said more than possessions. In the trenches making moves while others say back watch him do the work once he made it they wouldn't give him any credit. He had a chip on his shoulder but it never went to his head.
Everyone would point out the flaw and mistakes rather than give him any credit. He'd cross things off his to do list while others would add ideals or standards that kept him out of had nothing to do with but expected him to live up to these standards.

He knew he'd be excluded for not agreeing seen different for having an opinion. Usually a push over and taken lightly this time he stood his ground.
Why should he give up who he is to be liked to be accepted when everyone else made no changes or a difference to help others. He was tired of all the expectation of others.
They didn't care what he thought or how he felt. Like anything they said or did was more important. He cleared his mind showing no feelings or emotions wore a bold face as they bad mouth him to anyone who would listen. They looked down on him because he didn't give up on himself since he didn't do anything wrong.

Not everyone things or feels the way he does. Laying in his bed reflecting his week. Wondering what else is out there beyond the work routine. He thought about friends but doesn't have many he could rely on or trust.
Where to meet people since sober living was important to his way of life.
After being in a few bad and unhealthy relationships he thought it was easier being alone. He didn't mind being solo and isolated became a regular reoccurrence. Alone with his thought ideas why they didn't happen. How come he never tried or pursued those bubbling creations in the back of his mind.

Always thankful and grateful for everything. Over the same routine stressing to get it done over all the extra. Trying to stay sane become immune to the physical pain. Sleep deprived striving though the long days and slow weeks. Music making things move along.
An outcast rebel going strong doing what they said couldn't be done. Taking pride on the work from the bottom to the top. Saw himself there to be denied. Now he's there again wondering how long this will last.

Walking a tight rope to survive
You look down ready to fall considering all the obstacles
Asking is it worth it
Does it mean anything
Does it even matter
Bad people pretending to be good
While the good ones get treated bad

Family always argues or fights. Some follow the rules while others think it doesn't apply to them. Making a standard while others place bad around you to justify the insanity. Stuck between things that have nothing to do with you.
Lots of arguing and blaming some own up while others blame everyone but themselves. Pride and ego keeping family divided. All these made up rules and boundaries but expect so much from others.
Fighting to be yourself be an individual others don't get you or understand so they try to cancel you out.

They don't respect you but Dk your story. What you've seen and been through. Talking to you like you're waiting for them to tell you how to live your life when they aren't even living the life they set out to live.
Not one to compete or compare with others that aren't doing what one is pursuing on the journey.
Forgiving others even if they are still angry its better to walk away. Being around them as they destroy everything in their path soon it might be you. Hard to trust anyone marking others soon you might become a target.
Being brushed off ignored by everyone gave you room and space to do your own thing working harder and grinding to the fullest