I stand nude before
A looking glass
Considering what clothes
I will wear today.
Should I go casual
Or would professional
Be the ticket?
Tonight will be a party,
Should I wear formal
Or will semi-formal do?
Should my makeup be spare?
And what about my hair?
Do I dress for function
Or do I dress to impress?
It is then that I realize
That I am much like
A paper doll;
The world outside
Sees only what
I allow it to see,
While here inside
The absolute privacy
Of my inner world
I am nude,
A canvas awaiting, what?
Which is the real me,
I wonder?
The canvas?
Or the creature I create?