OCD: A POETRY

Anxiety is killing me

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Is controlling me

Imagination and fear froze me

I can't touch the doorknob

I can't touch anything without washing my hands right after

I'm convinced my hands and all the plates are full of germs

I wash and wash

Because it's all dirty and dirty

I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

In short OCD