10 mins to lan  ban...but I felt I had to put down this lovely poem in a lovely book which  I came across today- Chicken Soup for the Teenager's soul. Well, I am 19 now, and my teenage will come to an end this October (sniff sniff) but until then "Enjoy yourself. These are the good old days you'll be taking about in the years to come" :)

Well, here's the poem:
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.

It's truly so rare for the real me to show up....and sometimes, I myself don't like the real "me" so much. Wish it weren't so. How can you love others without loving yourself??? Or can you? It's puzzling.....