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Organized Chaos - Volume 9

An OCD Poem
by Christina

 
Why me?
Why do I,
       me,
       a person,
                have to suffer?
To go through this pain.
The heart searing, 
                  back breaking 
                               pain.
Irrational thought is what this is.
Yes, 
    this.
And, 
    in all honesty,
    it is an internal malignancy.
Yet,
    it is though it is an outside force.
Like gravity.
Actually,
         it is like a monster.
A monster,
          with no anitidote.
Which leads me to ask,
                      Why did this malevolent creature
                                                       pick me?