Her Paintbrush..

She keeps her paintbrush with herself..
Wherever she goes..
In case she needs to cover up..
So her real self does not show..

She is afraid of what you will think..
She is afraid of what you might say..
She is afraid that you may just laugh..
And slowly walk away..

She'd like to remove her paint coats..
To show you her true self..
After all she is tired of the paintbrush..
She is afraid she will lose her self..

But she wants you to understand..
That you need to accept what you see..
Coz it will hurt her beyond mere words..
If you'll leave her unmasked self and flee..


PS. I dont recollect when I wrote this poem. It was nearly two years back.