Worry by Protyus A. Gendher [Glass Ceiling Records]
Lyrics and links below!
When I think about what I want “Worry” to do out in the world, it’s honestly pretty simple: I want it to make people feel less alone in their own heads. So many of us grew up without the language or tools to understand our emotions, and this song is my way of offering one small piece of that missing education. If someone hears it in a moment of panic and feels even a tiny bit steadier, that’s the whole point.
I also hope the song becomes a quiet companion inside the microcosm of each listener’s daily life. Not a dramatic anthem, not a big emotional overhaul — just a steady reminder that spiraling thoughts don’t define them. If the chorus becomes something they repeat to themselves on a hard morning, or if a kid uses it to name what they’re feeling, then the song is doing its job.
In families, classrooms, and counseling spaces, I imagine “Worry” functioning like a shared vocabulary. A way for people to talk about fear without shame, and to practice self‑parenting in real time. The song isn’t trying to fix anyone; it’s trying to normalize the fact that everyone struggles. My hope is that it helps people regulate without feeling like they’re failing.
And on a personal level, I hope “Worry” becomes a small part of someone’s emotional toolkit — something they return to when the world feels loud. If it can help someone breathe, or soften their inner critic, or remind them that mistakes don’t make them unworthy, then it’s doing more than music. It’s participating in their healing, even in the smallest way.
Worry by Protyus A. Gendher
Sometimes I get invasive thoughts
And my head starts spinning
I think about everything going wrong
And can’t imagine winning
I think of all the things that I’ve messed up
And feel very deeply that I’m not enough
But I don’t have to be perfect to be worthy
And I deserve peace in the space I’m hurting
So I give myself a hug and hold myself tight
I breathe deeply and remind myself that I am alright
There’s no crisis. Nothing’s on fire.
My anxiety is just loud, and it’s a known liar.
I’m worthy, I’m loved, and I get to make mistakes
My imperfection won’t make the Earth quake
Today will end, and tomorrow too
I’m doing my best, and that’ll have to do.
I’m worthy, I’m loved, and I get to make mistakes
My imperfection won’t make the Earth quake
Today will end, and tomorrow too
I’m doing my best, and that’ll have to do.
I’m worthy, I’m loved, and I get to make mistakes
My imperfection won’t make the Earth quake
Today will end, and tomorrow too
I’m doing my best, and that’ll have to do.
I’m doing my best, I bet you are too.

What do you think?