Demons

Demons are living in my min,
calling my name all the time,
they haunt and twist,
just shadows in the mist.
maria watches by my door,
i watch her cry and drift through the floor,
i want her to care,
because she's there.
demons follow me to school,
where the kids are so very cruel,
they keep calling out my name,
things will never be the same.
maria's sitting on a chair,
i smile when i see her there,
she looks at me,
then floats so free...