Paint Brush...

I keep my paintbrush with me wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up, so the real me don’t show.
I’m so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do – that
You might laugh or say mean thing.
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 paintbrush, though,
And hold it in my hand, I want to keep it handy
Incase somebody doesn’t understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paintbrush with me
Until I love me, too.

i think everyone will keep a paintbrush with them, even infront of the one dat really close to them..not to say cover up or what..but just becoz of the thought of insecurity i guess. But as time goes by..the true color will shows..til then no matter how hard you try to cover up..there's nothing you can do to change the truth...