I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts
well bred literate smoking doobie brother
eliminating aforementioned pablum
witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper
among plenty of fish schooled
hyphenated (high finned haggled)
burn hushed scaled poem
courtesy one unionised rebellious party pooper.
Spellbound with colossal mental grippe
(i.e. all-consuming figurative cerebral
obsessive compulsive forced membership)
magnetic resonance imagine indicated jagged blip
and/or nsync microscopy
showed telltale genetic authorship
regarding above stated mental health crisis,
whereby Sigmund Freud analyst did flip
lid freeing leeches imported courtesy Philip
Hansel and Gretel a mere slip
o' lass whose nose she always did turnip.
Obsession, Fears, Anxiety,
Waking the mind of the suffering,
Losing the comfort of Normalcy,
Gaining the feeling of Confusion about one's own mind.
My thoughts and fears haunt me,
Feeling as though I might never close my eyes again
And feel the comfort of blissful dreams.
Every effort must pass through the peel like orange
the desired is the only way, there’s no range
and having a taste difficult to be bargained for any exchange
thus, anything other than perfection is mange.
Doing it right is limited, just doing becomes strange
giving a helping hand to keep things arranged
is like putting a spoilt urban model in a Grange.
such a soul is easily irritable but yet not ready to change.
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
There I’ve said it out loud
Having it does not make me proud
I get obsessed with certain things
Like writing poetry or buying rings
I change my compulsions now and then
Sometimes it just happens on a whim
I might want to go to yard sales every week
To buy old things that I will want to keep
Or go shopping for lovely new clothes
My closet(s) are completed filled with those
It was a man named Dennis for a while
Now he is just cramping my style
My hair is growing out right now
When it gets longer, I will cut it any how
Shoes are one thing I think I will want next
Cause it has been a while since my last fix
OCD has taken control, don’t you see?
It makes me crazy, but it makes me…me!