Who am I

I'm not my name,
I'm not my face,
I'm not my height, weight or race.
I'm not my age,
I'm not my date of birth,
I'm not yet resting, beneath the earth.

I'm the words of a song,
I'm the twinkle of an eye,
I'm hidden beneath the crinkled pages of a book,
if you take the time, you'll find me, just look.
I'm the warmth,
I'm the light,
I'm a silhouette beneath the starry sky
on a dark, cold, winter night.

I'm an infinite dream, drifting through life.

When the stars shine
I close my eyes.
And when you look at me
I turn away.
And when someone cries
I put my head down.
Because I just haven't
reached that point of maturity
that I need to understand why things happen.

I don't understand why God
put those stars there for me.
I don't understand why
you would even look at me more than once.
I don't understand why people have to hurt.
And I don't understand why
I can't seem to understand.