You are not your grade point average.
You are the books you read at 3am curled under the blankets.
You are the dreams running through your head.
You are not your weight or the pimple on your cheek.
You are the way you walk,
you are a breath of fresh air.
You are not your religion, your sexuality, your gender.
You are light shining through a window in the morning.
You are the skies and the stars and
they are only litter clogging the ocean that you are.
You are the books you read at 3am curled under the blankets.
You are the dreams running through your head.
You are not your weight or the pimple on your cheek.
You are the way you walk,
you are a breath of fresh air.
You are not your religion, your sexuality, your gender.
You are light shining through a window in the morning.
You are the skies and the stars and
they are only litter clogging the ocean that you are.