The Voices

I may sound insane,

but the voices I hear are not of a lunatic .

They are of someone suffering of OCD ( Obsession Compulsive Disorder).

"IT NOT CLEAN!" 

"NO, NOT LIKE THAT"

"YOU STUPID FOOLISH GIRL!"

Do not yell at me, please I beg you.

The voices are obsessed over number, perfection, cleanness, and we can not forget the sounds I hear.

Tick,    Tick,      Tick 

"That was three ticks, keep up with those ticks"

Tock,Tock,Tock,Tock,Tock

"Five tocks at a faster pace remember these too"

My mind swells at all the voices and sounds I can not keep up with.

I give up.

This not the worst of them.

PERFECTION IS THE KEY

The key to what?

I have no slightest clue.

Due to this curse it is striping me of my health.

So think as you might I am not insane.

The voices are the insane ones.

 

 

 

 

 

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