I am not a canvas that can be repainted,
I cannot be molded up into something else.
I cannot and will not change just because you want me to.

Dear ones, you say you love me no matter what,
But sometimes those words you voice sound like lies,
Because every time you turn around and tell me I am not "normal",
And say I need help, and you think something is wrong with me, it hurts.

You think that I can become just like you,
That I can turn into something that is in your mind "ordinary."
That I am just a canvas that can be painted over and started anew.

You wish to blindfold me and make me blind to what's truly me,
You wish to be a sculptor that cuts and molds someone in your "perfect image."

I cannot be the happy child you wish for,
I cannot be the ordinary one you dream for,
I am now the wary child on the streets, that is to afraid to speak.

You do not love me, you can't love me, because I am not you.