gah.. what the hell is this. im wasting my time.. just like how im wasting my life away.. i often ponder what will i be when im older, or how far will i go in my studies. meh. i have no aim in life, nothing to look forward to in life.. except death.. and i have nothing to live for.. my god.. what am i doing here. those kids in africa deserve my life more than i do. Well. been reading the chicken soup for the teenage soul for quite sometime now. wow..there are some nice stories in there... theres this poem. by Bettie B. Youngs.. well i dont know what has this to do with my entry but here goes..
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're 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 somebody doesn't understand.
So 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.
