It looks at me through cold distant eyes,
I look back at an alien individual,
The structures, the face, the eyes, the hands,
They're all different and strange,
I rech a hand and touch their hand,
Their touch is cold and frigid, scared and icy,
I am muscular, I am strong, I an structured
The person is round, they are weak and they are soft,
I pull my hand away and they do too,
Both of us scared of what the other means to us,
The person I am looking at is the opposite of me,
And yet we are connected,
Althogh I am masculin and strong,
I am tall, I am king,
The mirror disagrees.
