Sonnet-Life's Missing Link?

Something seems missing in my life, I think; The things I do don't seem to take off well; Nevertheless, I have plenty to ink; The anguish in my heart, whom do I tell? The things I plan, do not get much support; Most things I do are meant for others' sake; And yet, people never realize import; So decisions, I'm not allowed to take. I wonder if I should stay just quiet; Why should I do things, yet earn bad a name? The stars in Sky don't favor me as yet. Though truly not, I feel I am still lame. Somehow, they don't accept my views at all; My ideas to others tastes like gall.