Other account: _Chloe_Irwin

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've read,
And the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetest in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried,
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone,
You're the places you've been to,
And the one you call home,
You're the things you believe in,
And the people you love,
You're the photos in you're bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you're not.
-e.h