You make me feel not myself

You make me feel inside out,
like what I thought is turned on its head.
You make me feel shy when I'm not that way,
and make me squirm nervous, unsure,
when before I knew myself, sure as the day.
You make me feel happy, I think of your eyes.
And then make me feel sad, storms you sought to hide.
It seems you moved on, I admire that strength
through dizzying heights, and falling troughs, Life said.
You made me believe it could happen again.
That feelings and thoughts, not hurt could win.
You make me feel not like myself.
But I like that with you
I don't feel like that too.