Demons She looks normal doesn't she? Always smiling, always laughing, But what you don't see is the truth, The truth that she hides inside. You never ask how she feels, If she feels happy or sad, But the truth is it doesn't matter, Because she'll lie everytime. At school she looks so happy, She looks healthy and bright, But at night when she's alone in bed, All she does is cry. You see her at the weekends, You never question why, But she wears long sleeves and trousers, In cold winters and hot summers. The truth is that she has demons, Hiding inside her mind, They're telling her she's ugly, She's stupid and should die. The problem is she listens, So she grabs a chair and rope, Now everyone will see the truth, She's been dying all along.
