Beast in the Mirror

I look into a mirror, I hate what I see, could this monster, really be mine? Hands coated with blood, eyes dark and cold, pale skin and shadowed hair, I hate this all alone. Nothing stays the same, soon I shift again, dark wings sprout, but not on me, I fret. It's not me I'm seeing, yet I can't be sure, am I insane? Or is this a curse? I'm not sure who I am, yet I think I know, my beast within is hiding, through this glass window. Lies. I feel cold air touch me, my cheeks are red and numbing, I reach up for the handle, but it's a fake. I quickly grab a blanket, I'm beginning to freeze, the beast is still outside, waiting for me. I try to light a fire, the coal is froze as well, sick laughter scares me, that dang window! The beast is still watching, I simply cannot rest, until it goes away, I'm afraid I confess. It opens its mouth, laughter shook, that mirror starting speaking "I'm a window." I scream and run to hide, I simply cannot lie, this is so unfair, the beast sent up my hair. I grab my phone and dial, no signal gets out, I turn and cry out, the beast begins to shout. My life starts to fade, I look into its eyes, the beast meant, I was never alive.