Paintbrush
Bettie B. Young
I keep my paintbrush with me
Wherever I may go
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid go 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 the paint coats
To show the real true me,
I want you to try and understand
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patient and close you eyes,
I'll strip off all 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.
Do we ever really know a person?
