Man in the Mirror

Among people but
always alone.
Only the one in the
mirror really matter
or cares.
But people like me,
yes they do.
How could they not,
since I am perfect?
But I don't need
them. People and
things, all the same.
To be used, abused
and thrown away.
There's plenty of
people. Not worth
much any of them.
Still, attention and
praise feels good.
That's their only
purpose.
Stupid people.