paint coats
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
i can accross this poem one day while i was wandering the many sites on the web, and when i saw this and after i read it, it hit me, like a baseball going 60km/h. I mean read it and tell me...does this not sound like every person?...does this not seem to be everyones problem? It seems to me that every individual out there no matter how high and mighty, or confident they may seem - are not. they are a bunch of fakes like the rest of us. We are all the same...created from the same rib as the next person. each of us are just hididng who we really are, hidding our true selves because we are afraid. we are all so f***ing afraid to let go and to say this is me, this is who i really am...i'm not the person you may think you know, i'm someone else..something else than what you and the rest of the world sees.
sure we all are hidden behind these coats of paint...f*** so am i, but the problem is that we get so used to pretending to be this "someone else" that we forget who we really are...we forget the real person behind all that paint. we lose ourselves, our true selves. and that is the thing that really bites. thats the thing that just boggles my mind (no pun intended), but it does, it boggles my mind so much, and then i have to wonder if it's not happening to me while i write, while i am "speaking my mind". who even knows if it is my mind i'm speaking and not "someone elses"...how and when does it hit us that the person "we are" is not infact a product of years and years of paint coats that have gotten rock hard, and leave not even a crack for our true selves to come out once in a while. when do we come to this realization?...and if we ever do will it be too late??
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
i can accross this poem one day while i was wandering the many sites on the web, and when i saw this and after i read it, it hit me, like a baseball going 60km/h. I mean read it and tell me...does this not sound like every person?...does this not seem to be everyones problem? It seems to me that every individual out there no matter how high and mighty, or confident they may seem - are not. they are a bunch of fakes like the rest of us. We are all the same...created from the same rib as the next person. each of us are just hididng who we really are, hidding our true selves because we are afraid. we are all so f***ing afraid to let go and to say this is me, this is who i really am...i'm not the person you may think you know, i'm someone else..something else than what you and the rest of the world sees.
sure we all are hidden behind these coats of paint...f*** so am i, but the problem is that we get so used to pretending to be this "someone else" that we forget who we really are...we forget the real person behind all that paint. we lose ourselves, our true selves. and that is the thing that really bites. thats the thing that just boggles my mind (no pun intended), but it does, it boggles my mind so much, and then i have to wonder if it's not happening to me while i write, while i am "speaking my mind". who even knows if it is my mind i'm speaking and not "someone elses"...how and when does it hit us that the person "we are" is not infact a product of years and years of paint coats that have gotten rock hard, and leave not even a crack for our true selves to come out once in a while. when do we come to this realization?...and if we ever do will it be too late??
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