OCDA Poem by Jose WaldoFree verse/spoken word poem about OCD.When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you rarely ever get quiet moments. Even at two in the morning, all you can think is, Did I lock the door yet Did I lock the door yet Did I lock the door yet Did I lock the door yet Each day, you just wake up to be beaten, bruised, and broken by your own uncontrollable fixations. The voices take over everything and trap you in your own head. I watch myself turn the lights on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and I realize how I am no longer myself. I am a puppet being tossed without control and a paper bag being thrown in the wind. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you rarely ever get quiet moments. But when I met you everything just went silent. Every click, every fear, every image just… vanished. When I met you the burden on my shoulders floated away like a balloon. I could breathe again, and maybe even see a touch of light in the darkness. I didn’t have to smile in the mirror 18 times because I was already smiling. I didn’t have to tell myself that everything will be alright because it all felt okay Felt okay Felt okay Felt okay Felt okay I’m okay. © 2018 Jose WaldoReviews
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