my thoughts jumble inside my head
i circle my seat one too many times
like a mutt in a doghouse
until it feels just right
and i finally sit
i pick up my pencil
i have to sharpen it exactly four times
before i decide its good enough for writing
as i sit in class
my mind begins conjuring
i think deep and hard
about things i might have done
but don't remember
i suppress the thoughts
ignore the compulsions
do something once
instead of multiple times
but it all just leads
the same way back again
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
my thoughts jumble inside my head
i circle my seat one too many times
like a mutt in a doghouse
until it feels just right
and i finally sit
i pick up my pencil
i have to sharpen it exactly four times
before i decide its good enough for writing
as i sit in class
my mind begins conjuring
i think deep and hard
about things i might have done
but don't remember
i suppress the thoughts
ignore the compulsions
do something once
instead of multiple times
but it all just leads
the same way back again
my experience living with ocd
Written by
13/Cisgender Female/Chesapeake City, Maryland
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
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