Lonely Looks Back

This is an interesting poem. Kind of about me, but kind of not.

I look in the mirror and
     Lonely looks back;
Surrounded by friends and family but
     Lonely looks back.

Now the mirror shows a playground with children everywhere and still
     Lonely looks back.
Reflected in the mirror is a classroom, complete with teacher and classmates yet
     Lonely looks back.

A few years later in the mirror I see a platoon of brothers and even then
     Lonely looks back.
Years fly by and now the mirror displays a broken house, a broken dog, a broken man, and
     Lonely looks back.

A coffin being lowered into the earth, and a crowd of mourners, friends, and sympathisers are the focus of the fading mirror, and deep below the earth
     Lonely looks back.