Will power

There my hands,
OUt stretched infront of me,
Bore a fine detail,
Not in shape,
But in letter.

To that side,
well...lets say,
fake, shining tall and wise,
This side now gone,
Changed.

To the other,
soft and gentle is my skin,
look closer, closer stillm,
You cant see who i am,
Untill you look willingly inside.