Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)


United States
42° 16' 0.3756" N, 72° 40' 8.256" W

On the outside, I may look normal,

Just like all the rest.

But inside, I am hurting,

My heart tearing in two,

From the voices in my mind,

That tell me what to do.

I can’t escape their orders,

I must do what they say.

Because, if I disobey them,

They’ll take my loved ones away.

So, I do everything they tell me,

Even if it’s hard,

So they stay away from my family,

So I can keep them from harm.

But sometimes it’s too much,

Doing all their chores,

And on the days it hurts a lot,

I just want to give up.

But I know I can’t,

Because, if I refuse,

My loved ones will vanish,

And I will lose.

So, I hide my depression,

And stand to face another day,

Because, I couldn’t survive,

Knowing I’d been the one that

Took my family away.

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I like your poem, but I don't understand what you mean by voices.


Well, with OCD, you don't necessarily have 'voices,' but something more along the lines of your mind telling you something bad will happen- a 'what if' scenario, in a sense.  People with OCD tend to have anixety, so even though it high unprobable that your mom, for example, will be struck by lightening if you don't shut the cabinet door three times, that part of you that does worry about the impossible actually becoming possible pushes you to do such  ridiculous action, just to be on the safe side. I hope that explains it. :P



with my OCD I think I hear voices and they tell me to do bad things and If I don't they will hurt me. they tried to take me away but im fighting and I know you can fight to. you must be strong. always remember you are a fighter!

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