You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear.
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name,
You are not your sweet fake smile.
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak.
You are your morning sleepy voice,
And all the smiles you try to hide.
You are the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried.
You’re the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you are all alone.
You are the places you have been to,
And the one you call home.
You are the things you believe in,
And the people 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 were defined,
By all the things you're not!