Diagnosis of man

After a while of bitterness felt,
he started asking how could he help,
turning his head he slowly said,
please empty me of this dread,
for all that I carry,
all that I am,
is a collection,
the diagnosis of man,
pass me your worries,
though hold on to your fears,
may they keep you safe,
from heartache and tears,
a non stop believer, a problem receiver,
a constant battle from cold to fever,
listening and learning,
pushing to keep the world turning,
his time spent helping others repent,
his fears never relent,
though through no other way,
would he see the following day,