My reflection keeps starring back at me It's funny ,
It looks like me but the truth is ,
That me died along time ago
So is my reflection a past me looking at the new me
Is it the old me that's buried deep down inside  
Images flash inside my head ,
They come and go do fast I don't even have time to recall them  
Some times they don't even seem like my memories
But if their not mine then who's are they
Are they collections of the old me that some how the new me supressed  
And some times I feel like I'm in a hole
Just a deep dark hole and no matter how high I crawl or jump
I can't get out  
I see a figure at the top of the hole a siluouet you might say
Is that the new me standing above the hole
Keeping the old me from reserfaceing ?
Who is the old me ?
Who is the new me?