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I have a problem, you see. I own objects like blankets I cannot sleep without, Headphones 4 inches thick To cancel the noises that Wake up every nerve in my body That make me shake and bite my nails I own stubs for fingers With cuts and chewed skin. They run across my forehead To stop the thoughts from occurring. I count, Correct the other side When someone touches my skin. I make sure every first letter In the next line of poetry Is capitalized, Cause that's a rule. I agonize over small things Because as a kid, No one helped me. I was too nervous to play in the hose Or turn on the shower Because my family would drown. The ritual began even then. At 6 I could not play baseball Because in the outfield I would tic and make my nose bleed. I can't even breathe without Bothering this disease. One lung does not fill up like the other, And I get dizzy. I have a scar on my forehead From completing this ritual for years. I fear And feel. Why do I fall victim to this disease? God, I would pray but my hands can hardly Touch each other without the horrible feeling.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER - The Slam Confessions pt.1
I have a problem, you see. I own objects like blankets I cannot sleep without, Headphones 4 inches thick To cancel the noises that Wake up every nerve in my body That make me shake and bite my nails I own stubs for fingers With cuts and chewed skin. They run across my forehead To stop the thoughts from occurring. I count, Correct the other side When someone touches my skin. I make sure every first letter In the next line of poetry Is capitalized, Cause that's a rule. I agonize over small things Because as a kid, No one helped me. I was too nervous to play in the hose Or turn on the shower Because my family would drown. The ritual began even then. At 6 I could not play baseball Because in the outfield I would tic and make my nose bleed. I can't even breathe without Bothering this disease. One lung does not fill up like the other, And I get dizzy. I have a scar on my forehead From completing this ritual for years. I fear And feel. Why do I fall victim to this disease? God, I would pray but my hands can hardly Touch each other without the horrible feeling.
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21/Genderqueer
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
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