He changed his image it didn't matter the work was the same. Wanting more but it was never enough. Usually anti establishment but found himself trying to move up. He'd set out of his comfort zone feeling uncomfortable asking "who was he becoming was it even worth it?"
Standing out working harder than everyone. He didn't compare he wasn't juiced in, or have a bad attitude to get things. Stepping it up to make things happen get it done. Open to learn and grow taking on more responsibility. Adding more to his bag of tricks to make the work easier.
Having a good attitude around miserable people. Treating people right when everything went wrong trying to make it right. Pushing through wanting to do something else. Too many doubted him mistreated him but he still kept going strong. It made him better instead of settling for less.

Looking for inspiration to inspire
Music setting a tone to write
Enjoying the creative process
Trying to get that writers high
It's never enough striving for more
Find that connection for that fix
Building it like legos it comes together
Seeing it in the mind trying to share
Bring the vision to life on the page
Every detail from memory explained
The eyes took in so many moments
Felt so many emotions during it
The tones adding the shades
Many shapes size colors

Loving a person is hard
Feeling weak and vulnerable
Especially when you dk them
Those looks shine with an ugly heart
A lovable personality goes farther
Thought you knew mind playing tricks
Turns out you're wrong but in love
Judgement is clouded wanted to be loved
You made them out to be someone they are not

Years of shutting off emotions and feelings held on. Feeling numb and depressed because things didn't happen or turn out accordingly. Still in the pursuing a dream, doing what he likes loves trying to bring it together.
Looking for yourself in the work being part of the material. Who he was and what he's becoming in the future.

Writing about love and life so complicated when it shouldn't be that way. Feeling like the past has this death grip squeezing the life out of him. He was sorry but never forgiven. Not able to make those wrongs right. When he does better why is no one happy for him.
He's not a target when they come at him; why are they mad when he checks them for coming at him sour. He didn't let himself to anyone; most come at him with a vengeance once he checks them they are quick to play the victim. Years of holding it in time to let it out. All this burden weighing him down a distraction from the creative process.

His heart and soul began to grow
They couldn't dull his shine
Still growing not being limited
Trying to be himself not a product
Didn't want false mentors trying to shadow his growth
Saying they discovered him all of a sudden
When they didn't bother with him
Claiming to take him under their wing
Trying to take credit for his talent
His skills that empowered others to be great
Motivation for everyone, who was uninspired

He got emotional he could taste the stomach acid in his throat. Not sure how to feel someone always provoked him to get a reaction. After a while it felt like it wasn't worth it.
He wanted support had it a few times but didn't last long. Years of betrayal made him feel unworthy. Everyday he would prove himself someone would point out one flaw/mistake discrediting his hard working efforts.
He was a big dreamer so much on his mind. Hard for him to commit to others but learning to commit to himself. Asking what he wants or how can he do it with his flare added to the mix.