AUTHOR: Laura Collins

I am not ashamed of what I believe.

The things of my mind may be hard to concieve,

but there is no hiding my heart,

for it is like a paralos work of art.

Splashes of color from every day life,

fill the canvas and shed a new light.

Red is for pain and hurt,

and green is for life and worth...

The things I have learned on every day's path,

not something learned from school like English and math.

A delecate balance of color and life,

makes life's daily pictures show my love and some strife.

And when I go to heavin, my picture will be seen,

by the kind and gentle and even the mean.

And then I will see my mistakes and my faults.

The good and the bad, the true and the false.

A new revolation to all who will see,

that the outside appearence is not the true me.

The true me is different, but not strange at all.

Because just like me, you stumble and fall.

The true me is hateful, the true me is kind.

Lost and confused and losing my mind.

Deep in the shaddows I run off to hide,

like a scared child who's innocent and shy.

I'm lonely, I'm sick, I'm not quite sane.

I'm hungry and thursty and trashing my brain.

But when I pull myself togeather I'm really quite nice,

accepting complements and giving advice.

The real me is different, but not quite strange,

'cuz soon we may see that we're all the same.