Not "Fine"

I am a criminal 
who was never caught
an undiagnosed victim 
of fears that were saught 
What lesson was I taught 
besides how the play the part 
of a shaded in character 
of a coloring book 
a meaningless figure 
who is just an outline 
of a symbol, something 
that goes undefined if you 
could peal back the layers 
and pear into my mind 
It is what you will not find 
Close the book and tear 
out its spine, I am made 
of vinal leather and glossy 
covers, I am me and it is 
all mine, the crazed eyes, 
the numerous lies, No, 
I'm not fine, I am never 
             "Fine"