Stranger

Ask me who I am and I will give you a million answers.

Its hard to find yourself in a crowd full of demons that don’t care to know your name

Yet we explore the realms of pleasure and pain in pursuit of knowing the self.

We wade through flesh to find ourselves in other’s stares and parted legs. 

Although you won’t find yourself there

And you won’t find yourself in me.

But I understand, since looking here is easier than looking there.

The mirror doesn’t hide the lies and your reflection doesn’t want you.

Easier to shut your eyes and wish the darkness away than to fight for the sun.

Imagine surviving this prison of flesh, consulting your shadow 

And praying for sunset while the angels in you cry for the light you leave behind.

We didn’t want this shelter of flesh and bone,

But we cling to it with all we have and pretend its not our prison. 

So ask me who I am tonight and I’ll pretend I know the answer.

Because I’ve been looking 24 years and still

I’m just a stranger.