...loner

Here i'm alone
Sitting near window stared people passing by
And realize, i'm facing a glass
As transparent as they are, still mirroring some reflection
And now infront of me, is my own reflection
I can't help but stare
Diferent me or still the old me?
I couldn't stare it more than ten seconds
Like i'm naturally a coward
Or being narcisstic to catch my own glimpse
This table i sat, fit for two
I'm with my own reflection
Followed by too many things what is going on in my mind
Just too random
And it starts appearing
Those feeling that brings a tremor
Dammit
My breathing going heavy and rapid
Whats this?
am i being cured?