Look at me
You may think you see
who I really am
But you'll never know me
Ev'ry day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
To be myself
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool
my heart

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I am now
In a world where I have to
hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
someone I don't know?

Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

There's a heart that must
be free to fly
That burns with a need
to know the reason why

Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

Paintbrush

I keep my paintbrush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm afraid to show you the real 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 understand,
I need you to accept who you see.
So you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off my coats reall slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all striped 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.

Bettie B. Youngs -From Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul

Hello, my name is Suzanne, and I'm here to write some stories. But you might find me writing some poems. . . so . . .bye.

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I need some visitors. I'm so lonely . . .