I could love you like no other man ,but I just can't love myself I guess that is the reason, I'm still upon the shelf I have tried so hard to like me , and all that I stand for It's not the inner me , but the outer I abhor For so many years now, I have locked myself away Stayed in my safe place ,far from judging eyes to prey A waste of a life some say , if only they knew my thoughts They never really will , for I think I would be to distraught Some nights the loneliness is searing and the silence is all you hear You open up your mind to nothing but pain and fear Always pray for strength and to turn your life around Talking with my late mother makes me happy, that is what I have found I know that she can hear me ,I get a warm feeling when I talk At that precise moment , I know beside me she does walk Who knows when it will be , we ever meet again It's just hard to come to terms with , a link missing from the chain