OCD (2)
OCD (2) My room outside me is a mess, I crave order inside my head; My brain plays Jigsaw games Over and over To find the sane, Peace. No bones in me are broken, My sense of self is stolen; Invisible dice Make me think twice Odds and Evens Wrong or right Thoughts? Disorder tries to confine me - It's not about 'neat and tidy' But fearing Everything Obsessive compulsive Questioning, Doubt. By LJ. Copyright 2016