The people laugh at me, telling me I’m nothing.
They scoff as I walk by, wondering who could ever love me.
Making up funny names behind my back is their fun, as if I don’t hear them.
What is wrong with me?

Day to day life is filled with sorrow.
Whenever I think they can’t bring me down lower, they prove me wrong.
I constantly walk with my head down, trying to pretend they aren’t there.
What is wrong with me?

I hope that just once I would have someone to love me, someone to dry my tears and understand.
But every time someone gets close they break away with words filled with hate and rage.
What is wrong with me?

The words they spew out of their forked tongues begin to ring truth.
Aren’t they right in saying I’m not beautiful?
Aren’t they right in saying I’m not worthy?
Aren’t they right in saying I’m not loved?
What is wrong with me?

The yoke of hardship they place on my back begins to over take me.
I can bare the pain no longer.
I almost give up, but someone new comes along.
What is wrong with me?

The words she says confuse me.
They are different then the others.
She’s telling me that what I believe is true is false.
What is wrong with me?

She begins to lighten my load of hardship.
The words of cruelty no longer hold so much weight.
The world becomes a little bit brighter; beauty is returning and replacing the ugly.
What is wrong with me?

The words they push against me mean nothing.
All they are is lies.
Now I now the real truth, that I am beautiful.
That I am worthy.
That I am loved.
What is wrong with them?