Juanita Thorn Poet Rhyme

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My fingers twitch, my mind is racing
Nobody understands what I’m facing
They call me selfish and addictive
They’ve no idea what it’s like to live
As my mind races out of control
I’m like Alice falling down the black hole
My hands grabbing for something to hold
But there’s nothing…its lonely and cold
My heart races I can’t think straight
And all this because my dinner is late
I live my days to a strict routine
Oh how I’d love to just wipe my mind clean.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Painted Hunter March 25, 2013 at 6:30 AM I was somewhat OCD when I was younger. It was with touch, though ...like the pressure on my body had to be even, or it drove me nuts ... not so much any more

David Williams March 24, 2013 at 12:10 PM Juanita I love this and can relate to it so well, I have OCD but I wouldn't change it for anything...David

David Fisher February 13, 2013 at 5:30 PM That's a good rhyme. As I read it, I raced right along with the story.