Not many people know I'm not as simple as I seem
For a secret and a burden haunts me like a dream
A difficult disturbance plagues my every will
Its common, yet i feel alone, and makes me feel quite ill
It's been feeling like a dark, dark spirit, sadistic in my mind
Since childhood it's been torchering me, never mercifully kind
A sad event from years ago has given me this curse
Since then no matter how hard I tried it just kept getting worse
I'm not a violent person, and still yet even so
I get the most horrifying thoughts and they simply will not go
These thoughts make me insecure every single day
So I check and touch and redo things until the thoughts go away
I feel so dumb and weak when I constantly lose control
It seems like having this disorder makes me quite less whole
This isn't understandable unless you really see
But you may now get the gist of how it feels to have OCD
Do you have a curse?
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i really like the bakground you have choosen for this poem i wasnt sure of the pink and red, but it works well togehter, i love the flow or you poem and how you tell so much without making this poem long and boring, i think my mom has OCD about cleaning, i dont know but its nice for you to share your feelings about it with others, great poem, keep writing -Amy
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I love this poem. Mostly because it's something that affects you and what you wrote comes from the heart.
Love you girl!
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