You are not your age,
Not the size of your clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the flaws you try to fix,
You are not family,
Or your dark past
Instead
You are all the books you read,
And all the words that you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smile you try to hide,
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 places that you have been to,
And the one that you call home,
You are the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You are the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You are made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you are not.
YOU ARE READING
Thinking Sideways
RandomThink Different. Think Practical. This is not a story. It is all about random thoughts. You can ponder on it.
