Paint Brush 

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. 

By Davd, Wizard of Oz