Who's There Poem by Ardimus Caldwell

Who's there for me
the man with all the answers
with everyone in the world
but has no one when needed
tears fall
but nobody is around with a tissue
heart skipping a beat
no ears to check for thee
showing love
lending a helping hands
but when thy chips fall
no love is showed
hands disppear
seeing something afar
coming up to a mirrior
only to see the reflection of myself
the answer to my question
who's there