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Young Fears


Ever since I was young,

I was terrified of what's to come.

It has paralyzed me,

errodeously, and the worst is yet to be.

When my fears became a reality,

I was unprepared beyond all degree.

For it happened in a porta-potty.

The toilet paper was out,

At once I started to doubt. 

Luckily, my brother saved me

Although invading my privacy. 

When the roll appeared

My tears were cleared. 

I faced my fear,

And evermore,

I shall implore, before I use the bathroom.

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