OCD Poem

Nothing's really changed but it has

And I need to do something with those shoes but I can't

And is it can't or won't or shouldn't or don't

Because I thought that my thoughts were irrational but now they've got a measure of truth

But how do I know how much truth is the truth and what truth is the truth of my head

I can't go to bed

There's that voice in my head

My bed isn't clean

But I need to sleep

Is there rabies on me

Will I die in three weeks

You know, I think I won't eat

Water isn't a need

Can't I stay in my house

I'll just stay in my room

I think I'll stay in my bed

Cause I'm trapped in my head.

Reviews

[Green]

Wow, the best word I can use to describe this is confusing but in a good way... if that makes any sense at all. It's bewildering to read, but I would assume that's the point. I can't say I know a whole lot about OCD, but now I can understand a little bit better how it might make one feel. Interesting write.

[jellyfish]

Thanks for the review! That definitely was my intention to try to capture the spiraling sense that I feel when my OCD is out of control.