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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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