The Ghost With In

This is my first poem in some time, I really have a bad case of writers block. I know this isn't one of my best so um yeah.

I really don't know what to say,
the pain I feel is real,
just like any other day,
theres not much else I can bare.

Living a life without a smile,
but none seems to notice,
no matter how much I try to show,
they will never ever know.

This isn't the way it should be,
I should be loved and cared for,
that is what I believe,
but its just another day to waste.

I live my life as someone else,
someone who I'm not,
but someone who is in my mind,
a person that isn't so kind.

ignoring person after person,
hiding from every fear,
someone that wants to have some fun,
an evil that shouldn't be summon.

I can feel it taking control,
each and everyday,
taking me and my body that it stole,
oh, what I would give to have my body back.

How can I retake this unforgiven pain,
or must I live with it for life,
why is the devil playing a game,
why must it be me of all people.

I put up a fight long enough,
losing every battle along the way,
just because the devil is to tough,
so I'm raise my flag just to say I surrender.