Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY

Entry Thirty - One

Dear Diary,

This fear inside me is tearing me to shreds
Leaving me sleepless among a field of beds
I'm tired of being scared and afraid
Worried about what others will say
I wish i could make a decision with no doubt
But every way I go feels like the wrong route
Left, Right, up or down
Doesn't matter the direction, it always ends with a frown
So is there a right answer, is that even true?
Or is happiness a myth, like the dress being blue
Because it does happen, I've felt it indeed
But every time I reach it, I get snatched up by greed
So this is my farewell, to all my inner fears
You've taken all of me, but not any more tears.