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by Adam
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Health · #1350616
A Poem about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
From the moment i wake up,
It is there, peering over me,
Like a shadow.
No. Not a Shadow,
Like a Bully.

"Your room is messy" it tells me,
I get up, and put everything away,
i clean the shelves, windows, bookcase,
i hoover the floor, until it is spotless.
"That will do for now" he says.

I go downstairs, to get some breakfast,
"DONT TOUCH THAT!" it screams in my head,
"YOU'LL BECOME ILL!" it continues.
So i get the detol, and wash my currently peeling hands.
"That will do for now" he says.

After eating i walk into the lounge, and turn on the TV.
I put the remote down on the floor.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" shouts the ever so familiar echo
"THATS NOT STRAIGHT!" i hear.
I place the remote control paralel to the wall, with everything else on the floor.
"That will do for now" he says.

I look at the time. Its the number. The number i fear.
My chest locks up. My breathing becomes rapid,
My pulse becomes faster and faster, weaker and weaker.
My oxygen intake becomes more and more, faster and faster.
My mind starts to fog over.
One by one my senses die out.
This time, The voice is silent.

A quick poem i came up with on the spot. Well i guess its a poem. It is actually true, as i am an Undiagnosed OCD. But the symptoms are all there. That is sometimes my typical daily routine. But i hide it. If my friends knew they would think i was crazy.

Thanks for reading.
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