You are not your age,
Nor the size of 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 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 your laughter,
And every tear you have cried.
You are the songs you sing so loudly
When you know you're all alone.
You're the places you have been to,
And the one you call home.
You're the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love.
You're the photos on your bedroom,
And the future you dream of.
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you're not.

-S