Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Fri, 03/15/2019 - 16:47 -- Dciau1

It begins as a thought.

Small yet calling for attention. 

I ignore it.

 

Then an idea.

Ignorant yet from experience.

I ignore it.

 

Then an emotion.

Whimsical yet possible.

I ignore it.

 

Then an urge.

 

How could I feel this way?

Why do I feel this?

I'm a horrible person

I shouldn't be alive

 

I face fear

in her red eyes

She drains me

She tells me to hurt

 

So I ignore her

This poem is about: 
Me
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