Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
I feel uprooted like a tree from the ground
I feel like my world has been turned upside down
I feel like a blind man with no eyeballs in his socket
I feel like I'm on welfare with no money in my pocket
I feel like there's no end to the pain
I feel as if the sun will become rain
I feel as if I'm the only one
Life laughs so at me so I run
Away from the circus of life
OCD is a double bladed knife
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