• 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,
    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 are the sweetness in you laugher
    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'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
    Wou are made of so much beauty,
    But you seem that you forgot
    When you decided that you were defined
    By all the things you are not.