The Stranger

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 which it came.

Vacant eyes ~

yet 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.