My PaintBrush

I’m so afraid

to show you me,

Afraid of what you’ll do

You might laugh

or say mean things.

I’m so afraid

I could lose you too.

 

 

I’d like to remove

all my coats of paint

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

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,

But if you still love me

with all that you see,

You are my friend,

..as 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, sweet friend

And thanks for loving me true,

But please let me keep

my paint brush with me

Until I love me, too.