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're the
sweetness 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 that you've been to,
And the one
that you call home,
You're the
things that you believe in,
And the
people that you love,
You're the
photos in 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.
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