I never knew what poetry was until I met you

When you need a friend's help,
Do not fret.
Do not fear.
Your best and only friend is near.
Trust only them.
Turn around and face Her-
The one who understands you best.
Turn around and look in the mirror-
Where only your face appears.
Because everyone else made a mess.

I am stuck.
Been reaching towards the world forever but they laugh, "What a schmuck."
How did we all end up here?
Staring in the mirror like it has answers, alone in my house of Dies Drear.
I got better, but then I got worse.
Fixating on things that mean nothing, "Why that dude drive a hearse?"
Why do I feel so rehearsed?
Why does this feel like the same verse?
Because I am not even my self when I am at my worst.

I keep praying for better answers,
Keep praying that I find someone else to fall in love with, bad track record with cancers.
I keep praying he'll actually call.
Ten days past and more and more I feel like I'm being waterboarded under a waterfall.
I have no reason at all,
As to why I should wait around, must be the impending scent of fall.