Hide Poem by Dan Brown

When I’m frightened,
I get into bed to hide.
It’s the only place I’ve ever cried.
When I’m frightened,
the tears begin to slide.
I can’t stop them, but then, I’ve never tried.
When I’m frightened,
and all I have left is my pride,
It hurts, because so much of me has died.
If they say they’ve never been frightened,
then they clearly must have lied.
So what do YOU do when you’re frightened?
Where do YOU hide?