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
"Close your eyes and gently lay your hands on me. I will give you
happiness but if only your eyes remain shut."
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