The Mirror In the Room

This room is built for one that's in my point of view, it's small and like a box so I couldn't fit in two. I sit here by myself forced to stare into a mirror nobody stands behind me; no, it's the man in front I fear. No distractions from myself no, I can't forget about me that man behind the mirror will not be leaving here without me. I scan avoiding eye contact I think he starts to doubt me. I look in, he looks back; epitome of outreach. This man I grew to be is a man I'm left to blame now I'm scarce and left with me; I'm left with him as well today. No internet connection and that doorbell never rang I say to my reflection, "you're the only man that came."