Insanity Or Reality
I knew I was insane way before this.
It started when I was 10.
Hearing those voices in the back of my head, whispering to me in the voices of my friends.
It continued when I was 12.
Thinking I saw something even when there can't be anything, because I've looked before and when I look again. Nothing.
It didn't get worse until now.
There are people.
I swear there are people and at the same time I swear that I wasn't insane.
There are people.
Dark shadows lurking behind edges, waiting. Waiting for me to go there.
Am I insane, or is this real?
Because if I'm not insane by now, I will be in a bit, because this is driving me to madness.
There are people, mom. And they're angry at you.
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