Who is self-esteem?

I do not think we've met before.

We may have crossed paths

Or brushed shoulders once

But we've never really met.

I'm caught up in this dark hole

That self-esteem should fill,

Stuck in a free fall

In what seems to be a bottomless pit

That will never truly end.

I hope that I meet self-esteem

So I can punch it in the face

And scream and cry,

And ask it why

IT LEFT ME ALL ALONE!

Who is self-esteem?

I do not think we've met before.

We may have crossed paths

Or brushed shoulders once

But we've never really met.