you are not your age
nor the size of your clothes you wear
you are not your weight
nor the colour of your hair.
you are not your name
nor the dimples on your cheeks
you are all the books you read
and all the words you speak.
you are your croaky voice
and the smile you try to hide
you are the sweetness in your laughter
and every tear you cried.
you are the songs you sings loudly
when you know you are all alone
you are the places that you've been to
and the one that you call home.
you are the things that you believe in
and the people that you love
you are the photos in your bedroom
and the future you dream of.
you are made so much beauty
but it seems that you forget
when you decided that you're defined
by all the things you are not.