I don't know why I sit here for hours, staring into its eyes.
It's not like I can talk to it.
Sometimes it meets my gaze and I catch a glimpse of the inner workings of this creature's mind.
Other times it dips its head, as if it is ashamed or scared to look at me.
What am I?
What must I look like to this creature?
Perhaps it sees the fear in me.
Perhaps it sees the weakness behind my strength.
I cannot talk to it but sometimes I think we understand each other.
We are both asking "Which one of us is the alien?"