The Paintbrush - by Brandy Walker

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 to show you me, afraid of what you'll do

Afraid you'll laugh or say mean things, afraid I might lose you

But if you'll be patient my dear friend, I'll remove the coats real slow

Please understand how much it hurts to let the real me show

Now that my coats are all stripped off I feel naked, bare, and cold

If you still find me pleasing, you're my friend as pure as gold

I need to keep my paintbrush though and hold it in my hand

To have it there by my side for those who might not understand

So please protect me my dear friend and thanks for loving me true

Just let me keep my paintbrush with me until I love me too.