I am obsessive
Though my room is a mess
Please don’t touch a thing

Don’t make me 
Change or conform
Because that is my fear

But I am obsessive
A creature of habit
Set schedules 

A slow walker or
A bump in the road
And I may lose it all
  
Because I am obsessive
I will cry over 
Spilled milk 

My absolute weakness
Is embarrassment
Head down to walk

Will I be obsessive 
When it all goes wrong
I surely will break

How can I live
When my world is 
A mess in the neat lines

I’m obsessed with
Poetry- lines and stanzas 
All in neat rows

All spaces and ink
Covering my paper
And, yes I am still obsessive