The tears are yours, the pain is mine The wounds are yours, the blood which runs out? Mine. The fears are yours, the trials are mine The problem is yours, Just who the hell am I?
Anxiety isn't a little monster that sits on your shoulder Nibbling at your neck when it needs something to feed on.
The terrifying thing about Anxiety is that fact that She is a part of you He doesn't leave and then return when the Time is right.
Anxiety is within You She is the darkness suppressed inside your Soul He is the hurricane trapped within your Mind And You have to decide if S/He will be given the power to