The Ghost in Me

I was told there would be gragons Ghosts and zombies Werewolves stalking me out in the woods Men in masks with sharp knives or a thug just after a roll of cash See, I was told there would be someone else Haunting me, hunting me A dragon in a lair and a princess to rescue A murderer on the loose Growing up expecting my enemies to be Anything else at all Anything but me

There is no arsonist save for the lining of my stomach no murderer but for my organs The thief is my own body sapping strength and will from my limbs I am the haunted house at the end of the road I beg to be left alone I long to be part of the world again I was told my challenges would be thrown to me by life Not take me apart piece by piece Until I become the ghost