Emma Anonymous Poet Rhyme

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!

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Dan Kearley August 4, 2011 at 6:20 PM Oh I know how you feel..haha.I've got my own little querks.Here is just one,I can't go to bed without checking to make sure the fridge is shut...lol Emma Anonymous August 5, 2011 at 12:51 PM That's a little weird. . .just kidding! We're all weirdos in some way, thanks for identifying

Destiny Budd August 4, 2011 at 11:02 AM Haha. I like this. I never really considered the anxiety of "did I turn this off?" as OCD but I guess it is. I suppose we all have a bit in us cause I can relate! :)