Mercy of Flattery

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.

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