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Brycical  Aug 2011
OCPD
Brycical Aug 2011
Control never achieved
as a child haunts you. Now
you’re attempting control
over everything. Just
because order helps you
cope, doesn’t mean the world
is organized. Nothing
is ever perfectly
clean, or strait unless you
perform the act. It seems
your ego has molded
you to be savior and
hero. Get over yourself.
RedD  Oct 2018
OCPD
RedD Oct 2018
I message
No response
I see you there
at whatever
O'clock
Words unread
Ignored
I just don't know
where I stand
But you
tap
tap
tap
tap
tap
tap
   tap...
Whoosh
Ping
I come running
9.10.18
People get so hooked up by their mobile phones. We managed just fine without them back in the day.
Viseract  Sep 2016
Cloud Nine
Viseract Sep 2016
I could fly like the Phoenix I'm supposed to be,
At cloud height, Cloud Nine, see everything
Were it not for the ropes that hold me down
Were it not for the bloodlust, torturous sounds
Were it not for the voices in my head
That sometimes make me wish I were dead

And maybe if I wasn't so critical
Or perhaps just a little less hypocritical
Were it not for the need to be OCPD
Straighten everything, as straight as can be

Checking my back because I'm paranoid,
That someone will appear, push me in the void
And I would swirl and spin, forever trapped
With all lights off, and no time to clap

That I would be that man, the one in black
Who would self-indulge in a self-aimed attack
Who would one day slit an artery, and just lay there
And with open eyes, unseeing, continue to stare

Glaring at the world that held him down
Glaring at the grey sky that never helped him out
Angry in death at those who tormented him, bullies
Maybe I could fly were it not for these,

Things
straight outta creativity well

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