Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Posted: 26 Aug 2018, 02:19
i. And quiet places never seem quite to me
because ticks and tacks always bother me
all the nagging in my head, all the worries
never die down, even if I close my eyes
and breathe heavily, there's always be noise
disturbing noises that only I, can hear.
ii. It's neat, that's what I tell myself
whenever I see a pile of shirts
organized carefully;
by size, by color
no repeat it
by color, by shade
no it doesn't look perfect
why do I have the impulse to do this
no repeat it once more
should I pile it like in the department store?
no I want better than that
I don't want less than perfect
Repeat it
Repeat it
Repeat it
until it's perfect.
iii. I feel something itching inside my skin
it doesn't hurt, but my heart is rapidly beating because of it
I feel discomfort on my nape, all the goosebumps appeared
my worry is on the surface now, my anxiety is arising
did I lock the door?
did I turn off the light?
did I unplugged the television
did I, did I?
did I lock the door?
did I turn off the light?
did I unplugged the television
I need to get up
I need to make sure
I need to repeat it again
I want to be safe
I need to lock the door again even if it's already lock;
to make sure it won't break
to make sure it is safe
I need to, I need to do this things repeatedly
I need to
I want to
I will be safe.
iv. I tried not to wash my hands ten times every hour
but it doesn't seem right to walk around
nor sit in my office with a dirty hands
I tried not to replay the little image in my mind
but it seems wrong not to think of it
I tried to break away from my pattern
doing things against its schedule
but my impulse and obsession won't let me break away
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am soryy
I will repeat it over and over again until you—
accept me and my OCD.
because ticks and tacks always bother me
all the nagging in my head, all the worries
never die down, even if I close my eyes
and breathe heavily, there's always be noise
disturbing noises that only I, can hear.
ii. It's neat, that's what I tell myself
whenever I see a pile of shirts
organized carefully;
by size, by color
no repeat it
by color, by shade
no it doesn't look perfect
why do I have the impulse to do this
no repeat it once more
should I pile it like in the department store?
no I want better than that
I don't want less than perfect
Repeat it
Repeat it
Repeat it
until it's perfect.
iii. I feel something itching inside my skin
it doesn't hurt, but my heart is rapidly beating because of it
I feel discomfort on my nape, all the goosebumps appeared
my worry is on the surface now, my anxiety is arising
did I lock the door?
did I turn off the light?
did I unplugged the television
did I, did I?
did I lock the door?
did I turn off the light?
did I unplugged the television
I need to get up
I need to make sure
I need to repeat it again
I want to be safe
I need to lock the door again even if it's already lock;
to make sure it won't break
to make sure it is safe
I need to, I need to do this things repeatedly
I need to
I want to
I will be safe.
iv. I tried not to wash my hands ten times every hour
but it doesn't seem right to walk around
nor sit in my office with a dirty hands
I tried not to replay the little image in my mind
but it seems wrong not to think of it
I tried to break away from my pattern
doing things against its schedule
but my impulse and obsession won't let me break away
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am soryy
I will repeat it over and over again until you—
accept me and my OCD.