Sometimes those words left unsaid
go on chasing their tails in my head
until I finally get to spout them out
to anyone who happens to be around.

They'll look at me with a questioning eye,
so exquisitely curious as to precisely why
I felt that they were the one with whom I'd share
the fact I **** my pants and ruined my underwear.

"I was going mad!" I'll say with a glare.
"I had to tell someone, I suppose...
You just so happened to be there,
and so that's just the way it goes."