You aren’t your worst actions
You are not your hair
Nor your height
You aren’t your age
Or your skin
You aren’t your name
Or your weight
You are not your clothes
And you aren’t what others think of you,

You are the smiles you try to hide
And all the words you speak
You’re all your favorite books
And your  croaky morning voice
You are the hope in your laughter
And every tear that has ever escaped your eyes.

You are the songs you sing at the top of your lungs when you’re alone,
And the dances you do in secret
You’re the things you believe in
And the struggle it took you to be here today
Your the art you create
And the love that you share.

You are so beautiful
But it seems you’ve forgotten
And decided you were defined
By all the things you are not.