He whispers lies in my ear, and I always end up believing them. He and his friends are a group no one wants to encounter. I've been harrased by each member of the posse for 2 years, and I'm still being pulled in to their propaganda. The leader is good at keeping me in his grasp, and he's hard to fight off. He is known as Depression. His members include Anxiety, Guilt, Low Self Esteem and Worthlessness. Guilt follows me around, Anxiety shows up at the slightest sign of a bad memory, and the exclusive couple of Worthlessness and Low self esteem pressure me into thinking that I'm not good enough for those I love.