You are not your age.
Nor the size clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair,
You are not your name,
or the dimples in your cheeks
You are all the books you read,
All the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
and the smiles you try to hide,
You are the sweetness in your laughter,
and every tear you've cried
You are all the thing that you believe in,
and the people that you love,
You are the photos in your bedroom,
You are the future that you dream of
You are made of so much beauty,
but it seems that you forgot,
when you thought you were defined,
by all the things you are not