Dear Anxiety, 

When I was little, I thought the monsters were under my bed

When I grew older, I found out they were actually in my head

All of a sudden everything was clear

I made up the monsters, I created my fear

 

The voices whisper, “There's nothing good in the unknown“

And I try to tell myself that the voices aren't my own

They only speak lies, and I tell them to get a clue

But I walk into a room full of people and there's nothing I can do

My hands start to shake and I don't know what to say

I ignore the voices and force myself to stay

 

You ask, What's the scariest part?

It's not the darkness or the loneliness

It's the looming pain

The scariest part is knowing that the voices will be back again

 

Can't run away from it

Always one step behind

They have me here trapped

A prisoner in my own mind

 

My mind and heart are constantly at war

The voices have never been this bad before

In my heart I know the voices are wrong

But I begin to believe them when they tell me I don't belong

 

They haunt me in my mind

They lurk in the dark where no one else can go

It's there that the monsters haunt me

It's where no one else will know

 

No use in pretending they aren't there

Because little monsters is something we all share