The Stranger

Written by: petra mallett

Looking in a mirror I see a stranger staring back at me.
The eyes express emptiness, no sign of recognition.

Confusion emerges, asking questions whose answers are
Camouflaged by a parasitic shell which feeds 
On the emotions of its companions greedily:
Else it would deteriorate and return to the ash from whence it came.

Vacant eyes ~ yet eyes expressing desire for knowledge.

Who am I?

Briefly I glance down and upon returning to my desperate stare,
I see only confusion cloud my eyes again.