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 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 striped 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 somebody doesn’t understands.

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



Bettie B. Young’s.

Done by:

Batool Tinawi – G7.

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