This fear... I grew up with It,
It isn't a newcomer, I'm sure of it.

Have you ever encountered It?
Forced to play dress up and smile with It?

Take it by the hand and walk with It?
Making sure no one ever saw it was really It?

All in my head, there was It,
Giving me night terrors, happy was It.

Depression and anxiety were the cousins of It,
They came in the package along with other Its.

People loved It, manipulative was It,
No one ever suspected, proud was It.

Put on your facade, It wants to play;
It is going to be with you, night and day,
You can't get rid of It, you have no say.