How Is That Exactly? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A women told me today to move on with my life.
I don't know if I ever can.
I don't know if I ever will.

Maybe not in so many words.
But still.
And time to continues to stand.
Not giving an inch.
If it was only such a cinch.

Self esteem, fades then your okay.
Suddenly your brave and need no one.
Dependence is a reflection of either needs or love.
And sometimes both.

Being alone purifies the soul.
In a way only a monk or hermit could ever understand.
Oh or social outcast.
A freak of nature.
The awe inspiring beast.

Looks don't attract but turn away.
But in a different way.
He's a criminal, sorry mam but I've never had even parking ticket.
Yet you see me trying make it quickly across a red light.
I'm surprised she didn't scream officer saying I was going try to rape her.

Just plain selfishness.
Why would I ever look for that.
When I had something so much better, lost it, and ran.
I was so scared.
Now I just don't care.

A mask of many faces.
A face full of all different colored braces.
Maybe it's my fathers fault that I try to hold my self to a higher standard.
I mean running around 13 or 14 kids surely don't help.
I understand why I feel the way I do.
But I don't know how to fix me.
Tell me how is that exactly?