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.