The O.C.D.emon

By ColorMeToxic

My mind is stuck on repeat.

With painful,

horrible visions of doom.

Could-be's and What-if's

Flash behind my eyes.

Filled with horror and fear,

my mind keeps going...

constantly thinking.

I ask myself,

'what exactly do you hope to accomplish

by worrying,

by always thinking the worst?'.

It changes nothing to question myself because,

the O.C.D.emon is unaffected

by logic and reason.

Fear takes over.

Again, I give in.

Rituals repeated...

Counting and cleaning,

Praying and thinking...

Begging for bad things,

not to happen.

Afraid to give in...

always thinking...

WHAT IF this or WHAT IF that...

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Published on Friday, December 17, 2010. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "The O.C.D.emon"

A former member wrote: You use as few words as you need, but portray the true nature and horror of OCD. You show us the side that nobody sees and what makes OCD so hard to live with. Great Write.
On Tuesday, August 9, 2011, Alchemist (679) wrote:

It felt like I was in your brain great feel to the poem. I hate it for you but the I love this work.
A former member wrote: i have ocd...so this poem is painfully true -_-... but i refuse to take meds for it!
A former member wrote: I absolutely love the title of this piece. It drew me right in and then the work itself didn't disappoint. Thanks for sharing.
A former member wrote: im sorry cmt, i agree with haunted. this piece emoted the torture and pain and sadness behind these words.
On Friday, December 17, 2010, Sexy_Haunted (4) wrote:

Love it. I could feel the torture behind this piece