Comments on: My Paintbrush http://poundingheartbeat.com/2007/12/12/my-paintbrush/ Listen to your heart... live... love... and be inspired. Thu, 17 May 2012 11:39:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.3.3 By: Tomas http://poundingheartbeat.com/2007/12/12/my-paintbrush/#comment-733 Tomas Fri, 13 Jun 2008 14:32:40 +0000 http://poundingheartbeat.com/2007/12/12/my-paintbrush/#comment-733 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. <em>Tomas's last blog post..<a href='http://candleday.wordpress.com/2008/06/10/thank-you/' rel="nofollow">thank you</a></em> 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

]]> By: Cmate http://poundingheartbeat.com/2007/12/12/my-paintbrush/#comment-460 Cmate Sat, 15 Dec 2007 10:34:48 +0000 http://poundingheartbeat.com/2007/12/12/my-paintbrush/#comment-460 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 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

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