Who's There?

Who is this person looking back at me, in my reflection. I don't recognize them, or maybe I don't want to. I don't want to realize that my eyes have gone cold. My lips have turned into an unchangeable smirk. My soft bone structure has gone hard. Maybe I don't want to realize that there's always one too many shadows lurking behind me. Maybe it's just the light that's tricking me or maybe the mirror is broken in some unfathomable way. There's all of these excuses flowing throw my veins. The truth is my mistakes have shaped me into a stranger, that is no longer recognizable. Who have I become?