Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
It begins as a thought.
Small yet calling for attention.
I ignore it.
Then an idea.
Ignorant yet from experience.
I ignore it.
Then an emotion.
Whimsical yet possible.
I ignore it.
Then an urge.
How could I feel this way?
Why do I feel this?
I'm a horrible person
I shouldn't be alive
I face fear
in her red eyes
She drains me
She tells me to hurt
So I ignore her
This poem is about:
Me
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