Anxiety is an emotion I rarely feel anymore.
Maybe because I got my life together.
Or maybe because I played it too safe.
So when it comes, the fangs reopen the wounds.

I never was taught how to handle it.
I was never taught how to see it.
I was taught to remain silent.
I was taught not to help anyone who experienced the same.

It took forever to unlearn these things.
To be the voice I was hoping to hear from others.
To be the one to hold me as I wept away.
I want to be the one who could be there for you.

Maybe anxiety is my friend here..
The friend that lets me be a friend to all.
So while these feelings send me through a whirlpool.
Let me soak it in.. Let me turn this sickness into love.

If I could be the one who helps you fly away.
And take you to a place better than Neverland.
Then please, let me be your Peter Pan.