You are not your years,
Neither the size that you are wearing,
You are not your weight
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples on your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you say
You are your sleepy voice in the morning
And the smiles that you try to hide,
You are the sweetness of your laugh
And every tear shed,
You are the songs yell so loud,
When did you know to be all alone,
You are also the places in which you have been
And the only one that really call home,
You are all what you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You are the photographs in your room
And the future that paint.
You are made of so much beauty
But maybe everything escapes you
Since when you decided to be
Everything that you are not.
Erin Hanson