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 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 creaky morning voice,
and the smiles you try to hide,
you're the songs you sing so loudly,
when you know you're all alone,
you are he places that you have been to, 
and the one that you call home,
you're the photos in your bedroom,
and the future you dream of ,
you are made of so much beauty,
but it seems that you forget, 
when you decided that you were defined,