Demons, demons everywhere

Demons, demons in my face
Laughing, giggling, constantly playing
All in some kind of gang
knowing eachother
The kind I really don't  
want to find out about,
The kind that fight
The kind I don't really understand  
If they care about me or themself
The crowd that's always making
A nasty face at me
The kind that's the life of the party
Twisting things around on me
Having a party all the time
Any kind of loud crazy conduct  
rules them
Abruptness, being questioned  
like a crazy fool
With loud laughters running havoc
On them