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 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.

But if you be patient and close your eyes
I’ll strip off my paint 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.
But if you still love me with all that you see
You are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to keep my paintbrush, though,
And hold it in my hand.
I need 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 paintbrush with me
Until I love me too.

I have traveled far
On this journey we call life
And I assure you
The true road to happiness
Begins within your own heart

Is that a child I hear?
Rumbling in my future, a-near?
Noisy, messy, restless,
tumbling down stacks of toys, and my hopes and dreams.
Is that the birthing poison traveling down my throat?
But stop! The child scraped a knee-
and so the cruelest thoughts of pregnancy slip behind me,
replaced by a maternal love that I bleed.
I bend down to kiss it, make it better;
with dire hopes that I succeed.
To hear the child’s laughter, to see his brilliant eyes light up like
New York city lights,
is enough of a thought to make me drink, willingly.
A mother remembers her child before anything else;
is it a curse, a poison,
or a beautiful part of pregnancy?

Shorter skirts and lower tops,
They're doing anything to get noticed.
Smoking and drinking to fit in
To a world that has changed forever.

Increasing teen pregnancy
And teen dads that walk away.
Fifteen has become the new twenty
And kids aren't kids anymore.

What was once cool became lame
And girls became more and more shallow.
Caking make up on their faces,
Pulling duck faces at the camera.

As we are more connected
We interact less.
Technology ensures seeing people less.
Getting to know someone face to face
Will soon become non existent.

We live in a world that's evolving backwards,
By caring less about others and who they are.
Popularity has become a bloodbath
And people are shallower then the sink.

It would be nice to live in a world
That was evolving forwards.