Who I Really Am
And every day I paint,
Diligently, carefully, I paint myself new.
And what is seen by others is this mess of colour,
And uneven lines.
But what I am becoming through the confusion,
And mess,
Is me.
And everyday I paint,
Diligently,
Carefully,
I paint myself new.
I paint myself a pretty mask.
This mask is not what hides me,
This mask is the revealing of who I really am.
How?
With my finger-tips I take off all that’s same,
And reveal all that’s rare.
I reveal who I really Am.
Because as the
‘Master of my fate’,