My doppelganger stares cold.
My doppelganger judges harsh.
But what do i care?
For is my doppelganger not just
Jealous of my flesh and bone?
And contemptuous how it
Should only fleet in and out
Of existence as I pass panes of glass,
Always forced to mimic my moves?
What do I care that my doppelganger hates me?
He does not exist if I do not look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem