My worth
My worth I am so sad and tired I am so hurt and teary I am so sick of all of them Telling me I am not as good as you. All my hopes and dreams All my ambitions and love Useless they are I feel When they tell me I am not as good as you. What’s the use of my name? What’s the use of my identity? When all of them are satiated in Telling me I am not as good as you. When my heart leaps up with satisfaction Just when my heart leaped up with love They pull me down with depression Telling me I am not as good as you. I hope for that one fine day in the sky When I am hearing the words of victory Not victory over others, but over myself When they stop telling me I am not as good as you. The people who teach me everyday Are beginning to have a wrong way If only one single soul would just stop Telling me I am not as good as you. What is the value of intelligence? When my heart is just as virtu...