What Seems Wrong

In the mirror I see a girl,
I guess she's rather cute.
If it wasn't for
Her short cuts,
Boyish wants,
And quiet eyes.

In the mirror is a boy,
I guess he looks
Much like a girl.
With his chest
That's hard to hid
For the worlds eye.

Tiny fingers running down;
Brown face,
Burnt arms,
Protruding breasts,
A tummy underneath,
And thick thighs.

It all seems wrong.
I seem wrong.
There isn't a bigger flaw
Than me.