The shy girl,
The one who never talks,
Getting scared when se hears her name called,
Can't speak fr herself,
Because when she opens her mouth,
Nothing will come out,
Sitting alone with an occational friend,
Sometimes the demons such as hatred and pain,
Either tines the angels such as love and joy,
The one with her music on full blast,
Drowning out the demons,
But when day becomes night,
And everyones asleep,
She'll let the demons get the better of her,
Bringing out the worst in her,
She will let her thoughts poison her,
Letting pain and hatred crush her dreams,
When she lays to rest at night,
She has horrifying night mares,
As death sweeps through her mind,
Unable to awake,
She'll die in those dreams,
Only awakened by alarms,
Pushing through her day,
She hears people talk of her,
The hurtful things are what allow the demons to get her,
No way for the angels to stop the pain,
That she and the others cause,
She's just a broken soul,
Who can't move on to the after life.