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