I wanna pee

I have nice a friend called fear... he softly whispers in my ear he gets me up he makes me run he remind me the work is never done he makes me brush he keeps me clean he keeps my conscience crisp and keen he makes me study he makes me train he hates to see me fall behind again he makes me dress he makes me care he makes me look at the mirror and stare he makes me move he makes me try he usually tells me not to cry he makes me do what i dread he makes me do my messy bed he makes me work he makes me strive he keeps the guilt in my heart alive he makes me cautious he makes me bold he makes me fear growing old he keeps me balanced on the brink he hits me hard like a brick he's like a bond he makes me bold even in my dreams he makes me think I'm getting bombed he makes me scared he makes me hate but almost always this friend is near he makes me run to the bathroom when i drink too much beer he makes me fear what i can't see he makes me wanna pee...

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