I was afraid,
a little afraid,
afraid of the unknown,
afraid of the known,
afraid of missing something,
afraid of not being me,
I was afraid,
a little afraid when I was young……
(Source : Remix poem from Chapter 1, pg number 1, of the book ‘the great gatsby’)
The repetition of this works so well, especially when read out loud; it rolls through the mouth in a satisfying rhythm.