you’re not your fake smiles,
or the old scars that trouble you;
instead you’re all your good hair days,
and your obsession to dye that one strand blue.
you’re not the tears that you’ll hide,
or the battles that you quieten down;
instead you are defined by that wide grin of yours,
when you feel every smile after the frown.
you’re not your quiet introvert days,
or the times when you choose earphones over people,
instead you’re all those small things that
make your heart smile, however mundane or simple.
so you see, you’re not the days that cloud your mind
or the stormy nights when it pours hard,
you’re those days when you chase sunshine,
and hustle hard to make your mark among the stars.

-mugdha