You tell me I am weak, but I know that I am strong.
You tell me I have failed, but I know that I have won.
You tell me I won’t get there, but I see the finish line.
You tell me I won’t reach my dreams; I know it just takes time.

You tell me I’m a loser, but I know I’m a success.
You tell me I’m unwilling, but I know that’s just a test.
You tell me I’m intolerant, I know that’s just for you.
You tell me that I’m wicked, but I know that isn’t true.

You tell me I am dumb, but I know that I am smart.
You tell me that it’s ugly, but I know that it is art.
You tell me I’m not good enough but I know that is wrong.
You tell I’m not truthful, but you’ve lied all along.

You say I’m unattractive, I know that I am beautiful.
You say that I’m a wimp; I know that I’m not movable.
You say that I’m a dreamer; I know who I could be.
You say that I am stubborn; I know I stick up for me.

You said that I was worthless, but what I’m worth you’ll never know.
You held command for all those years, but now I must let go.
You thought you’d always have control, but without you I will thrive.
You said I was as good as dead; only now am I alive.