To you,

Who doesn't want to go.

To you,

Who messes with my thought,

To you

And those times I fought.

To you my demon,

Who won’t stop.

It goes;

1, 2, 3, times

Do it one more time.

Take a step back,

And keep those numbers on track.

Close the door one more time,

Or you’ll regret,

Clean that spot on the plate,

Again.  

In the time of stress,

You’ll get the best,

Rewrite the word and erase,

Do it just in case,

Type and delete,

And once I actually do it,

I feel the feeling of defeat.

Tiredness takes over,

Is the storm almost over?

Recapture back my mind,

Try.

And I'll again be fine.

You try to get the best of me,

At times I struggle with you, my O.C.D.