Ocd Me
123 OCD
so goes the repeated anthem
out of sight
constantly in mind
dead from "checking"
the thousandth time
123 OCD
sung by millions worldwide
over lights, faucets, germs and more
conjouring up worries,
Did I lock the front door?
123 OCD
shouted in times of frustration
off, off, off
make sure the irons cold
counting, touching, cleaning
Did I really turn off the stove?
123 OCD
will surely be the death of me!
Copyright © Emma Anonymous | Year Posted 2011
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