I keep my paintbrush with me
For a few certain situations
It helps me keep my life on track
And protect my limitations
I'm so afraid to show you me
Afraid of how it will go
But I hope that you would treat me the same
I'm scared and I know it shows
I'd like to remove all my coats
To show you who I am
I really hope you will understand
That I am unique like a ram
So, if you'll be patient and close your eyes
I'll show you the real me
I need you to understand
And try to accept what you see
…
Now my coats are all stripped off
I feel weird, insecure, and cold
And if you can accept what you see
You are a friend, pure as gold
I need to keep my paintbrush though
And keep it by my side
So, I can show all of the world
That I truly tried
So please protect me my dear friend
And thanks for loving me like you do
But let me keep my paintbrush with me
Until I love me too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem