i am not my age,
i am not my name,
nor my appearance.

i am not a weight,
i am not a height,
nor the size of my clothes.

i am not my features,
nor the colour of my skin tone,
nor the dimples on my cheeks.

i am all the books i read,
i am all the words i speak,
and all the days i dream.

i am my croaky morning voice,
and the pains i try to hide.

i am the sweetness in my laughs,
and every tear i have cried.

i am the songs i sing so loud,
without worries nor second thoughts,
when i know i am all alone.

and i am the songs i caught on,
those songs i cant help, but relate,
myself, to the songs.

i am the things that i believe in,
i am the hopes that i have faith in,
and all the people that i love.

i am the places that i have been to,
i am the places that  i want to go to,
and the one that i call 'home'.

i am the quotes on my walls,
i am the memories that i so cherish of,
and the future that i dream of.

i am the things that i am attracted to,
the things that i favoured to,
and the things that i leaned to.

i am made of such beauty,
but it seems that i forgot.

when i decided that i was defined,
by all the things that i am not.

and i bet, same goes to you.
and you.
and you.

 yes, you.