You are not your age.
Nor the sim of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or Lhe colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
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‘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 futuxe 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