My real name is Stress, always trying to free everyone’s mind of pain, neglecting myself
Yesterday my name was Split, half of me was over joyed and the other half feeling betrayed
Today my name is Worry, fearing I may lose what means most to me
Tomorrow my name will be Indecisive, fearing I will make the wrong decision
In my dream my name was Peace, finally in a place where I felt accepted for who I was, for who I am
My parents think my name is Karma, thinking I will bear the results of their former mistakes
My friends think my name is Strength, for the support I give them in their time of need
But really my name is Composure, because it’s what I keep