Myself
On the outside
An expectation of a certain presentation
Overwhelming uncertainty presents
I see a door
Into the room
Heavy curtains fall plenty
Unclear curiosity beckons
I walk past the curtains
There is light
Elegant qualities so eminent
Warm feelings reunite
I see myself in a chair
A reflection of my inner need for perfection
Reminding me of the intelligence inside
Reprimanding the outer vanity
I am my own worst critic.