When I Look In The Mirror

What is that in the mirror? Is it me or someone else, I don’t know I can’t remember. Is it me or is it a demon, an angel. Who is there they seem faceless but like I’ve seen em before, like I’ve known them forever. They seem slender, they seem wide, I can’t perceive. I can’t find the answer. Every second I look things change, the person in the mirror looks different, feels different but they’re so familiar. Time keeps ticking and they get older. The hands more shaky, why can’t I pick up the things at my feet, it hurts to move. It’s starting to fade I can barely see. Who is that there. Who.