The feeling.

Why does it have to be me?
Why do I have to feel this pain when my brain says that I should not have it?
It feels like I am completely stuck in a never ending maze.
Caught in corners that I can not escape.
Trapped in feeling that doesn't seem to have a way out.
I want to express what this feeling is.
Sorrow? Anger? Pain?
For I can not explain.
This demon sticks to my back, whispering words so dark and so many times that I can't help but find myself listening to it.
I fear the words it says.
What will my future actually hold?
I stand tall for my family when I feel like crumpling into a tight ball.
Why me?
Why must I be one of many?