I am somebody’s calm
While I am my own chaos

I am somebody’s comfort
While I live in anxious thoughts

I am somebody’s peace of mind
And I don’t know how to be my own

I am somebody’s wisdom
While my own words feel too distant
It feels like a foreign language I never learned

I am somebody’s shoulder
A hand to hold and a back to lean on
But why do I feel unstable when I stand on my own?

I am somebody’s reason
And I cannot see why

I want to see what they see
Lift up a mirror to reflect their vision
Of the person I’ve always wanted to be

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