You are not your age,

Nor the size of clothes you wear,

You are not a weight

or the color of your hair.

You are not your name

or the dimples in your cheeks.

YOU

You are all the books you read

and the words you speak,

You are your croaky morning voice,

and the miles you try to hide,

YOU

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 are all alone;

You are the one that you call home

You are the things that you love

You are the photos in your bedroom

and the future you dream of.

You are made of so much beauty,

YOU

but it seems that you forgot

who you are

when you decided that you were defined

by all the things you are not.