My Paintbrush
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 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 paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case someone 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 love me, too.
This one reminds me of a poem I wrote some time back. Sharing it with you.
My Mask
I wear my mask wherever I go,
Not wanting to let my real self show.
I have it on with mysteries untold,
I wonder when will my real self unfolds.
But soon I found myself unable to detach,
The mask I had with me, it is well attached.
It has blended into my inner self, making me lost,
I’m not sure I know who I am inside now, I am lost.
I ask myself who I really am inside,
I have no answer, my mask blurred my thoughts.
A little of the pretend me is fastened to my soul,
The mask has eventually taken full control.
I cannot undo what I have done,
Cannot change what I have begun.
So here I am with my mask, hoping that you’ll see through it,
And realize the real person I am inside.
Originally written by Gina Yap Lai Yoong
What a wonderful poem.
you say “I need you to accept what you see” … I too.
Thus what do we see?
The pictures may differ between but they all reflect the same.
Tomas’s last blog post..thank you
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