A question

I feel like these rhymes are a waste of time
And no one even really cares if I write
So why do I continue to try
When the words all fade on the day that I die?
Can I try to make my voice heard?
Or do I have to always feel pointless and absurd?
Obscured!
I was told to write for my soul
that no one else in the world had to know
So why is it that I feel like a joke?
Every time I think of the words my mom wrote
All of her life since the age of ten
Dreamin of a simple time when
The world would love poetry again
But alas, look at what happened
60 years old and and still tryin
To make people hear the voice of her pen
But don't ya know they will never listen
Until you start to write for you and them!
I don't think I can write for myself
Unless eatin paper is good for my health
The "talent" of a starving artist is wealth?
Truth be told, It's a lie of great depth
How can a talent never shared be a gift?