Scared! Poem by Angela Wybrow

</>I feel quite happy going up escalators or stairs,
But, for coming down them, I don’t much care.
I hate elevators which have sides made of glass;
Given the option to ride in one, I think I’d pass.

I hate looking downwards from a great height,
As, over the edge, I’m scared I’d take flight.
I’m totally terrified of wasps, which may sting,
But, am not that keen on any insects, with wings.

Another creature which would give me a fright,
Is a boisterous dog, which I fear would bite.
I hate having to have injections into my arm;
I always tense up, and can’t keep myself calm.

I shake all over when, at me, someone shouts,
And I waste no time at all, in getting myself out.
I hate being on a plane, just as it’s taking flight;
I grab my seat, so that my knuckles turn white.

In winter, I’m scared of walking along on the ice;
I’ve fallen over a few times and it isn’t very nice.
I hate roller-coasters and other rides which go very fast;
But, I know some people, on these rides, have a right blast.

There are many things in life, which I worry about,
And there are many things, which freak me out.
With the idea of facing my fears, I have often toyed,
But I find it less stressful if, these things, I just avoid.