I Want More. I Don't Want To Have To Ask For It. Just Give It To Me.

How can I be so selfish?
My head is my own.
And when I lay down
to the ground, a pillow
alludes me.
No, I do not want to move
or play games.
I accept that I am difficult
and have the reasoning of
a mineral rock from snow
capped mountains.
Tension wards off others,
but you can break through.