Worry will eat you up, my dear
It grows into a colossal beast
Digging through your mind
Looking for it’s next delectable feast

You focus too much on the what-if’s
Letting them consume you
They’re animals, darling, the wild kind
Knocking your days and thoughts askew

Your fears will destroy you, lovely
You can’t focus on them this much
But they beg for your attention always
Holding you tightly in their clutch

Don’t let your fear win this battle
It will all work out in the end, I’m sure
Keep your head held high and hope for the best
Come out the victor in this mental war

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