The Real Me

I am an introvert artist
That carries his brush wherever he goes
Should there be a need to cover up
So the real me never shows

I’m always afraid to let it show
Because I’m scared what you might do
Friends had derided and said mean things
I’m afraid I might loose new friends and also you

I will for once paint a true picture
To show you alone the real true me
But I want you to try and understand
I need you to accept everything you see

So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes
I’ll take my time to paint it steady and slow
Please understand how much it hurts
For me to let the real me show

Now that I have painted myself uncovered
I feel naked, bare and cold
And if you still love me with all that you’ve seen
Then you are my friend pure as gold

I shall treasure this little picture of mine
Though, I hold it daily in my hand
I want to keep it firm and handy
In case I meet many that would understand

So please protect the image you’ve seen
And thanks for telling me true
But please let me keep this image
Until I am able to love myself too

Written By: Caleb A. O
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