I'M Needy But Not Greedy

I'm needy, but not greedy I worry, but not just for me I'm sad, but wish to be glad I'm late, but this I hate Always tired, it's how I'm wired I cannot be, who you need I cannot see how to be free I cannot change, my pains I'll never deal the way you will You'll never know, where my mind goes You don't understand because you can't It isn't physical, therefore, ivisible When I walk, you talk Behind my back, you keep track Of when I eat, sleep, work and rest You claim that I don't do my best You wish I wasn't such a mess But if I didn't try, I would confess I still ask that God will bless I would prefer, you always have to guess Than, like myself, take this test Stroll down this road of loneliness Thirst for a taste of common bliss Wondering what it was you missed But according to you, it doesn't exist I'm wasting time, writing this But when I rhyme, I feel my best So I cling to words with a rhythmic beat I spit a line and then repeat I type, not write, so it looks neat Then print it out on a clean white sheet I lay my soul, before your feet Then take cover, before you speak