Like Fledged Birds Not Yet In Adult Plumage

I've been investigated, under-rated...
Berated to scold to deflate in debating,
A non-existing ego...
Believed I frequently visit to feed upon,
With a craving I love to salivate.

Like fledged birds not yet in adult plumage,
What else will these juvenile deliquents do?

And still I seek something more,
To invigorate my insatiable need...
For that which keeps me motivated,
Since knowing others probe my deeds...
Before they disbelieve I sense them done.