Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
First it was counting
Everything in fours
Once, twice, even three times
Never enough
Tap, tap, tap, tap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Everything four times
No more, no less
Then intrusive thoughts
Little OCD monsters
Inside my brain
Yelling, screaming, crying
Couldn’t think straight
Every thought I had
Attached with guilt
Everything was my fault
Late nights spent
Crying in my bed
Letting the OCD monsters
Get inside my head
It never went away
Even when I slept
Sweet dreams
Turned to nightmares
I was tired
Tired of the OCD
Tired of the anxiety
Tired of the tears
OCD controlled my life
It told me how to live
What to say
What to think
OCD labelled me
Told me I was sick
Told me I was a freak
Told me I was alone
Medicine and therapy helped
But the OCD always stayed
Trying to degrade
And dehumanize me
It took a long time
To build myself back up
To feel good
To not let OCD become me