Sticks And Stones

If you told me that I'm ugly,
I would look in the mirror and hate myself,
Wish that I could have been another person.

If you told me that I'm fat,
I would deprive myself of food,
Try and starve away a disease that can't be fought.

If you told me that I'm dirty,
I would scrub my skin red raw,
Knowing that the dirt would still be there.

If you told me that I'm worthless,
I'd underachieve with the belief,
That I wouldn't have amounted to much anyway.

If you told me that I'm beautiful,
I would laugh in your lying face,
My heart already knowing what I really am.