Grey days.

School is stressful, but you know what's worse?

My brain. 

I'm trapped with thoughts of everything and nothing all at once.

But I smile, it's not super fake; it looks realistic enough.

I try to laugh, it sounds forced.

It's like I'm trying to distract from the World War III in my brain,

My thoughts; a battlefield; deadly and full of loud noises.

I really do try to stay happy, to stay strong.

But geez, do you realize what I see during these times?

You see, I have OCD.

It makes those grey days even worse.

OCD makes me think that if I don't wash my hands at LEAST 10 times,

Then my family will get sick and die.

OCD makes everything turn into something out to get me. 

Heavy bookshelves will fall on me and kill me,

They'll fall and kill me but only IF I don't reorganize my organized books again.

So, my friends, please be patient. 

Don't get upset at the lights flickering on-and-off-and-on-and-off,

It will save you from a fire that could occur at any point!

My friends, I'm trying to keep you safe!

My friends, please understand that it not irrational fears, it's irrational thoughts.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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