There's a man in the mirror
He follows me whenever I go
Sits upon my shoulders
Why, I don't really know
He has ashen hair
And grey eyes like me
But he's strange and confusing
So distant, a foreign country
He roughly rides my shoulders
Yelling harsh things in my ears
But then he's soft and gentle
With eyes all full of tears
His weight is a heavy burden
Away from him, I want to flee
I asked him what his name was once
He smiled a frown and sadly said
"Well, I'm Anxiety."
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