It's Not You

You are not your haircut
Neither your new and expensive shoes
You are not your voice
Not even when it trembles
Neither are you your deep-blue eyes
Not even if they were green or brown
Would they be you

Remind yourself that you are not
Your body, your hands, your
blood-stained legs and scarred arms
You are not your laughter
Not your fears nor your nightmares
You are not your friends
Not even the cooler ones, are you

You are not your breaths
And they don't make you more alive
You are not your addiction to coffee
Nor the reflection you see every morning,
when you are brushing your teeth
Feeling better 'cause you know you won't smell
But not even your smell
is you

And not even your smell can make you more alive

You are not your smile, your face,
your bad jokes that everyone laugh at anyway
And when you think about it that way
You feel the fright (that isn't you)
From not being anything