I can easily forgive others I love being around them Make them laugh, if I can Lend a hand if needed And always listen And all these years Im still left wondering Is there some love left For someone like me? Can I ever love myself Like I ever loved others? Will I ever listen and care As delicately and passionately As I would with others? Perhaps, neglect is the perfect word A word that best embodies it Neglect to what is needed What I am craving What I've been longing From what I thought I could get from others Is already within me Only failing to realize That loving me Is not an option But a must