Reflections Before A Mirror

Who be these strangers in my glass

These ghosts from yesterday,

Whose battle scars I carry still,

Whose debts I must repay,

Whose trinkets fill my attic space,

Whose idle thoughts my brain,

Whose sins reside upon my soul,

Will someone please explain

How came this mortal coil to be

My final residence,

This house forever haunted by

Its previous occupants?