The Stuff Im

I'm not wholly what my parents are hor the color of my skin or hair by far nor the clothes I wear nor the partner with whom life I share I'm the books I read for my substance they sow the seed I'm all the words I speak that's why my company, people will seek I'm the smiles I try to hide I'm every tear I've cried I'm the songs I sing privately they make me bright and spritely I'm the things I believe in I'm also that which makes me sin I'm also the future I dream of these dreams make my stuff but it seems I forgot what makes me so much sought all this has me defined some people may scoff the others find me refined.