It's Not Me, It's You

Why won’t you just leave me alone?

I don’t want you around - I never have.

But apparently, I can’t get a restraining order

against my own mind.


If you were a real person, you’d be behind bars

for everything you’ve done to me.

What kind of monster makes a little girl

afraid of her own parents?


The thoughts you whisper, over and over

and over.

The images you bombard me with

day and night - no escape.


I’ve heard it all - “don’t be so paranoid!”

“You have an overactive imagination.”

“That’s ridiculous, nothing will happen.”

If only they knew that it’s not me, it’s you.


They say I’m looking for attention -

believe me when I say, attention is

the last thing I want.

I’d much rather be rid of you.


Over the years, I’ve learned to

hide you pretty well.

Usually, everyone sees a smiling face

instead of a monster.


But sometimes, when I just

can’t take it anymore, that pretty mask

shatters and you show your

ugly face.


They don’t see you, though -

all they see is a different side of me.

I wish they knew the truth -

It’s not me, it’s you.


It’s not me.

It’s my OCD.


This poem is about: 
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741