Things you’re not

You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear
You are not your weight,
Nor the colour of your hair
You are not your name,
Nor the dimple on your cheeks
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak
You are the croaking morning voice,
And the smile you try to hide
You are sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you have cried
You are the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone
You’re the places you have been to,
And the one that you call home
You’re the thing 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 seams that you forgot
When you decided you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.