Selfless Selfishness

My hopes of succeeding
Are constantly exceeding,
But the actual chances
Continue receding.
My mind is sitting here, bleeding.

I give out my ideas like samples,
And no one thanks the hand,
From which they are feeding.
Only few are so worthy.
Or maybe,
My thoughts are just speeding.
I'm not fully grown, yet.
But, they've planted the seedlings.