They say,
that I’m ugly,
that I’m stupid,
that no-one will ever love me.


Do they know,
how much it hurts,
that I take it to heart,
that I hate myself when they say it?


They say,
that I’m a nerd,
that I’m to smart for my own good,
that I’m a teacher’s pet.


Do they know,
how much it hurts,
that I take it to heart,
that I hate myself when they say it?


They say,
that I’m obese,
that I’m a freak,
that I’ll never fit in.


Do they know,
how much it hurts,
that I take it to heart,
that I hate myself when they say it?


They say,
that I’m shallow,
that I’m materialistic,
that I’m stuck up.


Do they know,
how much it hurts,
that I take it to heart,
that I hate myself when they say it?


They say,
that I’m beautiful,
that I’m perfect they way I am,
that they love me.


Do they know,
how good it feels,
that I take it to heart,
that I love myself when they say it?


Do they?


Do they know?