Not Your Masterpiece

They say a picture's worth
a thousand words,
but I've painted you mine
a hundred times
and you're still not listening.
I am a beautiful abstract painting
and you're in love with the colors,
but not the design.
There are parts of me you don't like --
little pieces you can't help but reject.
If I cease to exist,
would you call me selfish
or selfless?
Would you feel at ease
because I'm no longer
one more expense
on your receipt?
Am I truly worth more
than material value?