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
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