You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or a color of your hair,
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried,
You are the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you are all alone,
You are the places that you have 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 of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you are defined,
By all the things you are not.