Obsession

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

I glance at my hands 

Recently washed, visibly clean

No speck of mud, dirt, or grime

Though they're not clean enough, if you know what I mean

They're still dirty, I can feel it 

Another fifteen seconds wasted using the sink

Carefully, I avoid any "dirty" objects after drying my hands

I've had enough, I'm tired of this endless process

Everyday is the same, an impenetrable anxiety

Followed by an impulse, the only thing containing my sanity

Why have i developed such a blessed curse

If it only keeps getting worse and worse?

Sometimes it puts me on the verge of tears

Sometimes it rests my fears

Sometimes it's not as bad, improving gradually

But most of the time it dominates, hungry, controlling me

Author's Note

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