Poor little me

Nobody loves me

I can't love myself.

Born from hate

Born to hate

I Hate the words that burn.

We grow up on words

Where touch is out of reach.

We grow up in this world

Where everybody's asleep.

What matters is in our speech.

Words twist and turn

To become reality

Do you want to save me?

When you look at me

Am I pretty enough?

Do I do enough?

Am I smart enough,

Strong enough,

Fun enough?

Are my teeth straight enough

Do I smile enough

Laugh enough?

Is saying I'm enough,

Tough on ya?

We were shaped like snow

To be what they say to be

Then like snow we melt

Because this is not who we ought to be.

People say we gotta love ourselves

Take care of our health

And prepare ourselves

To face the world

But when I was a child

I was taught to hate myself

Don't call out for help,

Erase myself.

I was taught

To curse myself

Accuse myself

Abuse myself

But never to embrace myself.

I was taught

That the world was cruel

But because I messed it up

I was taught

That family hurts you

Because they are hurt themselves

But there's nothing I could do

But face myself

Put the blame on me

Because we grow up

Not thinking for ourselves

But for others

How to please them

Make them love you,

Embrace you,

How to do what they say

How to be who they say.

We were never taught

To love ourselves.

Oh, poor little me

Born from hate

How little did I learn

That if nobody loves me

And I was born to hate

I can learn to love myself

But maybe it's too late.