To make a point

Everyone needs you, they say,

while you’re all destitute.

We got your back, we’re there for you.

Trust me my friend, you are a fugitive.

You have your life, and you’ve got to live.

Everyone loves you, they say,

while you’re all desperate.

We care for you, we’re forever buddies.

Trust me my friend, you are alone.

You have a heart, but no time to mourn.

Everyone appreciates you, they say,

while you’re all decomposed.

We like your work, we’re okay with it.

Trust me my friend, you are unique.

You have flair, but streaming on uphill creek.