OCD
Tortures me
It wraps me in its words
Of silent solitude
And my sanity is lured
By its crazy attitude
I can't stop
Myself
From picking hairs off of my socks
I can't drop
The act
Of avoiding lines when taking walks
I live in fear
Of germs
And of the hairs
Pirecing my skin
I wish to hear
The terms
Of how I might win
Washing the dishes
A third time
Counting my wishes
Of how I can climb
Over this wall
That wants to befall
My mind
I am obsessive
With the things I crave
And fear
I am compulsive
A slave
To the things I don't want to hear
Wanting things right here and now
Why, and when, and where, and how?
The questions seem to disappear
Why is the answer not so clear?
Depriving me
Of the person I want to see
In the broken mirror
I am afraid
Of
Myself
Author notes
I used Opt. One About your phobia or fears
A contest entry
- ~ Phobia's and Fears ~ by Florida Sunshine.
525 points, ended August 17, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Sorry for the long wait~ I'll promise to judge by tomorrow ~ I've been waiting on Dark to give me her two cents ~ She told me earlier~ but there were some additional poems submitted since then. I sent her a message... a few days ago~
If I don't hear from her by Friday I will close and judge then ~ Let me know if you have any problems waiting until then ....
Thanks
Mali -
I entered a poem in this contest about my ocd too! So I completely understand what you're talking about. Would you read mine, as well? It's called "My Obsession." If you don't feel like it, that's okay too.
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Whoa
I gotta give this 3 applauds and I'm speechless
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aaaaaaah, you can clearly feel this coming through! Very nice job conveying it. I so, wish I had the magic wand to make things all better. Sadly I'm just the opposite, I want to be exposed to everything. I was taught a young age, the more I am exposed to the more my body will build it's own defenses to diseases out there. I know a few people who are just like this. One in particular hid it from me for years. I was shocked when I found out! Nor was I angry in the least little way. She told me she thought I wouldn't be her friend if I knew. I told her, she's my friend cause she IS my friend. I like her for her, not be cause of how she feels, or the compulsions that are a driving force in her life.
Thanks you so much for entering our contest. ~ It's a pleasure having you ^^ Good luck to you~ and remember your not alone!
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