Of not being him

It's the problem of not being him
Over and over again
It's the problem of not being him
His eyes
His small back
His thighs,
I never looked at
His eyes I now know are green
It's the problem of not being him that you pick up on
You will never be him
You aren't him
And I'm not with him.
So I don't fully feel like me.
And I sometimes doubt he fully feels like him
But you sir, sir, sir
You Are not him