In fear's festering garden, where anxiety blooms
Like a bouquet of venomous flowers that choke,
We find the courage to confront the gloom,
And let its darkness pass, like a bad joke.

For when it's gone, and its oppressive weight
Is lifted from our hearts, like a diseased state,
We'll find the light, and dance in its warm rays,
Like a masochist who enjoys the pain it sways.

We'll turn our inner eye, and see the trail,
Where fear once walked, leaving its toxic gale,
Like a bad houseguest who overstays and won't fail,
To leave its mess, and make us want to wail.

So let us face our fears, and let them pass,
Like a bad case of gas, that we can't amass.