I fall to the mercy of flattery;
a slave to warm words.
Lack of self-belief is my foe;
smothered by arms of cruelty.
God, teach me how to.
My heart endures his cruel torturing;
a gun to my soul.
Diseased self-respect is my curse;
murdered by his whispers of love.
God, show me the way.
Nothing I can do to set myself free;
a hostage of his.
Low self-esteem is my demon;
erased by the need to be seen.
God, teach me how to love myself.