What's Wrong

What I'm Not

you wish to kill me

but don't you realize

i'm already dead inside

you want to fix me

but you don't see that

i was never whole

you want to change me

but i'm not made of money

you want to paint over me

but don't you realize

that for what i am,

and what i'm not

i will never be finished

only a blank piece

a story erased time and time again

not your favorite novel

because what i'm not

makes me what i am