Low Self-Esteem

It squeezes all hope Like something tied down with a rope Giving one a name such as a dope Alas! Who with this can cope It makes a life journey very bad Leaving one with a mind that feels so bad Here a child isn't bold enough to call his dad While any man would love to see his lad Like an honour it bestows on man shame Which stands in the way of one's fame It disables the power of the mind as though a lame Being hindered to play his life's game Our progress it loves to bog By defeating one's confidence through its cog It's as wicked as a ferocious dog Oh that it would fall off like a log