About Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Nobody’s there,  no one cares
This place is cold and unforgiving
It takes your fears as fuel
Then twists, and twists, and twists
“There’s no way I can take this”
Says sound rational mind
Through distorted reality it answers……..
 
…….Answers like a blunt object
Shoved through your brain
Its messages, to you, whisper insanity.
 
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
 
You obey the sequences or pay high price
What choice is there to make?
Dare to ignore it midway through cycle
Your punishment ten fold delivered
So alone in this cold and empty room
I play with numbers and constantly shiver.

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  • Krupali on Jun 20, 2011

    I loved this one…!! Guesss for the first time I’m reading a poem of this kind! Hey, don’t hate the numbers… You play with numbers and I do number-crunching.

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