Am I too caring?
Am I being used?
Do I want to be used just to be someone's choice?
Will I ever find someone who cares as much as I do?
How many more people do I have to teach to fly?
And who will teach me?

These are the questions that keep me up at night.
They make me stare at the ceiling like a block of ice.
Who will thaw me out with answers?
If you don't, please let me stay frozen.
I'm sure one day someone will give me fire.

One day I'll stop being someone's flight tutor or someone's fire.
And that will be the day I lose myself.
Not for others’ cause,
But because of others‘ taking.