She asked herself, what is my worth?
Am I worth anything at all?
They say I am stupid.
They say I am nothing.
I hate myself.
I can't do anything.

I don't understand this at all.
Maybe I am stupid.
What do they mean by nothing?
The things I couldn't do myself?
That doesn't mean I can't do anything.
How do they know what I'm worth?

Maybe they are stupid.
Maybe they understand nothing.
But what about myself?
Can I do anything?
What am I worth?
Is it anything at all?

It can't be nothing.
I know myself.
I can sing, but is that anything?
Does that up my worth?
They can't say that isn't anything at all.
Just because I can't conform, does that make me stupid?

They don't know me as I know myself.
What they say isn't worth anything.
They can't determine my worth.
They don't know me at all.
They can't say I'm stupid.
They can't say I'm nothing.

I can do anything.
I know my worth.
They thought they knew it all.
I am not stupid.
I am not nothing.
I am myself.