Going from hallway to hallway facing each demons' twisted face.

"Why are they laughing"

"Why are they whispering"

"Are they talking about me?"

Questions never spoken aloud.

I see her every morning, she seems lonely,

Oh here come some people now.

"You're such a punk"

"You can't do anything right"

"Why are you even here?"

Wow, I wish I could stop this , but I'm too nervous.

What if they do it to me?

Yeah, I feel bad, but what can I do ?

I have no courage.