One out of three

You don’t have a lot to be
You don’t have a lot to do
You don’t have a lot to say
And I don’t have time to think that you should know what I need
And I don’t want you to see me
I don’t want you to know me
You are so wrong
And you are so not
I see no reason why
You should
You should have thought the best of me
I should probably just be
That was Iphone poetry