you are not your age
not the size of clothes you wear
you are not a weight
or the colour of your hair
you are all the books you read
and the similes you try to hide
you are the sweatness in your laughter
and every tear you've cried
you are all the songs you sing
and all the places you call home
you are made of so much beauty
but it seems that you forgot
when you decide you were defined
by all the thingss you are not!
