Every breath feels i take
I take is a Herculean labour,
Every second that I hold still
Feels like I'm trapped in a room
With not doors or windows.
STOP, I plead for mercy
But they just laugh if off
'It's on in your head', they say
But to them I shout today,
My OCD is not a stupid fuss
NO! It's a feeling of helplessness
Coated by a sheen of self loathe
You say,'Why can't she chill?'
But trust me, for have I
Asked this of myself forever
'Why does an upside down book
Push me off the edge?
Why does a crooked line
Make me shed tears of misery?
Oh Why! Oh Why? I ask everyday,
Does my mind entrap me?