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
