A Reflection On A Reflection

I looked in the mirror this morning, And there was a little tiny change, An older look to my eyes, My smile was foreign and strange.  My posture was straighter and taller, My cheeks were thinner and slim.  I'm changing right before my eyes, And every day I'm at the whim of Whoever decides what I'll be When I'm an adult someday.  When make believe no longer appeals to me, And I've forgotten how to play.  So what I want to say to this elusive Whoever, what I want to ask of this woman, Is "Are all these changes the real me? And is the real me who I am?"