I worry too much

An acrostic poem for an acrostic contest.

I did everything just right,
Working, tirelessly, every night.
Other people stopped and stared.
Reeling creative energy could not be compared,
Releasing my inner idea and thought.
Yielding work that I would not let be bought,
To dear to me to give away.
Oh, why do I care what they think anyway?
Other than myself no one cares.
My work will never be honored.
Under the street lamp I pondered,
Carefully inspecting the wall of my work.
Here's another piece of art you jerk!