Looking at my own figure

Wriggling and screaming in the limp membrane

I averted my eyes from my actual being

That can't earnestly grasp and acquire

Trust, comfort nor respect

No one would desire to keep such a disposition

Now I must gaze at and understand my true self

In trying this, I will understand my appearance

I can get away any time

But now I must confront my true self

I must talk with my true self

As the Answer lies in my own self