You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Nor the colour 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 cried,
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone,
You're the places that you've been to,
And the one that you call home,
You're the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You're the photos in the bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
Youre made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forget,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you were not.
~e.h~
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