You are not your age

Nor the size of clothing you wear

You are not a weight

Or the color of your hair

You are not the name you are givin

Or the dimples in your cheeks

But 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 have cried

You're the songs you sing so loudly

When you know you're all alone

With the places you have been to

And the one place you call home

You're the things you believe in 

And the people that you love

You are the photos in your bedroom

And the future you dream of

You're made of so much beauty

But it seems you forgot that when you decided

That you were defined

By all the things you're not