You are not your age,
Nor the size clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair,
You are not your name,
Or the dimples on your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your creaky 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 loudly,
When you know your all alone,
You're the places 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 your bedroom,
And the furture you dream of,
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided to be defined,
By all things your not.
~e.h.
