Imaginary Demons

I screamed, they were coming back through me -again- and it hurt. Those demons are part of me, I can't change that. I've tried to keep them at bay, trust me. The only thing that makes me okay enough to keep the demons away, is music. I'm a litteral Devil spawn, I wasn't born, I appeared. It's almost like I'm the Devil's child, but I hate him. He made me like I am, a demon generator. I can't go to a normal school, although I'm extremely intelligent. The demons wouldn't let me, and neither would society as it seemed. My scientists always said I couldn't, I was too 'demonic'. Which I find sad, I can't go to a school with kids like me; I'm the only one that exists the way I do, it just wouldn't work. Believe it or not, I'm actually a Christian. I know, it's funny, the child of Satan is a Christian. But God helps me, he makes me better, makes me feel human, at least, almost human. No-one else can see my demons, almost like they're imaginary, but they're not. I know, because I can feel them.