Desparage

Desparage,more so, less impressive I've demeaned my opinion of my self esteem,   As a pitbull I too, am bemeaned  On the contrary I am my very own abuser, the ultimate credited bruiser, I am the controlled life time looser All by choice in response I begin to question me Internal & subjectively  Why haven't I advanced yet to a positive conclusion, My mind frame's allusion is base set on frustration & confusion At times I don't feel as if I can escape my faith Im set in my ways, the caotic factors my life portrays Over the years I've depraised and degraded my uniqueness  I've exchanged my assertiveness for shameless tactlessness Never minded what was precieved of me For all I can be is Me right?