A Touch of Saddness

My 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 the real 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.

Ease understand how much it hurts,

To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off,

I fell naked, bare, and cold.

And if you still love me

with all that you see,

Your are my friend pure as gold.

I need to keep my paint brush though,

And hold it in my hand.

I want to keep it handy,

In case somebody 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 truly love me too.

~ Siarra