Paint
Brush
I
keep my paint brush with me
Wherever
I may go,
In
case I need to cover up
So
the real me doesn't show.
I'm
so afraid to show you me,
Afraid
of what you'll do - that
You
might laugh or say mean things.
I'm
afraid I might lose you.
I'd
like to remove all my paint coats
To
show you the real, true me,
But
I want you to try and understand,
I
need you to accept what you see.
So
if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll
strip off all my coats real slow.
Please
understand how much it hurts
To
let the real me show.
Now
my coats are all stripped off.
I
feel naked, bare and cold,
And
if you still love me with all that you see,
You
are my friend, pure as gold.
I
need to save my paint brush, though,
And
hold it in my hand,
I
want to keep it handy
In
case someone doesn't understand.
So
please protect me, my dear friend
And
thanks for loving me true,
But
please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until
I love me, too.
By
Bettie B. Youngs
from
Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul
Copyright
1997 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen and
Kimberly
Kirberger
This is also
included in my 'touching hearts' section, but thought it is a really well-composed
piece that it deserves another place in my homepage.
J
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