Who is Isaac?
I am not he, but he is me.
I don't have a multiple personality disorder, but, Isaac certainly exists.
Or, at least that's what I started to call it.
Who is Isaac?
He is the monster inside of me.
The looming darkness inside of me.
He's the worries and the insults.
He's the perfectionist and the superior.
I tell myself that I'm not crazy.
But doesn't telling myself that I'm not crazy make me crazy?
But since I'm aware that I might be crazy, that wouldn't make me crazy would it?
I don't know.
Isaac is real.
He doesn't exist.
But he's real.
I want him to go away...
He'll leave me alone for awhile, but then he'll always find his way back into my head.
Who is Isaac?
He's my depiction of despair.
I don't like him...
