Ok, here is something I found in the book "Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul". It's called "Paint Brush"... I feel like this at times. Maybe you do too. "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 coat paints 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 paintbrush, though, And hold it in my hand, I want to keep it handy In case somebody 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 really like this poem because it reveals the true "us" in us all. Our own little section of reality. Personal space. Yeah. I'm making no sense... But I want everyone to realize that this poem was made by: Bettie B. Youngs, made for: Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. So I take no credit.