Samantha34
06-15-2013, 12:12 PM
So last night I starting reading poems of OCD and Anxiety and I decided why not try it out. Hoping this will help with me coping with this and trying to get over it. Here are the first two that I have made. Please let me know what you think.
What its like to be me
What its like to be me
You would never know
You would hate to be me
My mind it never stops
Always worrying all the time
Something is on my hands
I must wash them all the time
They may be red
They may be sore
They may hurt
But I can’t let this go
I have to wash my hands or my mind it won’t stop
I know its unreal but the feeling won’t go
Everyone judges but no one really knows
What its like to be me
You really don’t want to know
My Own Prison
I live in a house but to me it’s a prison
A prison where my thoughts just don’t stop
Can’t touch that or that or that either
If you touch that you have to wash your hands my mind tells me
That has chemicals on it and so does that
Avoidance is what I’ve come to know and do
Oh know someone is using Windex can’t go over there
Run away run far away is what my mind is telling me to do
Wash your hands and everything will be ok
To everyone it’s ridiculous and I know it’s true
But my mind tells me at least I’m being safe
I live in a house that has become my prison
What its like to be me
What its like to be me
You would never know
You would hate to be me
My mind it never stops
Always worrying all the time
Something is on my hands
I must wash them all the time
They may be red
They may be sore
They may hurt
But I can’t let this go
I have to wash my hands or my mind it won’t stop
I know its unreal but the feeling won’t go
Everyone judges but no one really knows
What its like to be me
You really don’t want to know
My Own Prison
I live in a house but to me it’s a prison
A prison where my thoughts just don’t stop
Can’t touch that or that or that either
If you touch that you have to wash your hands my mind tells me
That has chemicals on it and so does that
Avoidance is what I’ve come to know and do
Oh know someone is using Windex can’t go over there
Run away run far away is what my mind is telling me to do
Wash your hands and everything will be ok
To everyone it’s ridiculous and I know it’s true
But my mind tells me at least I’m being safe
I live in a house that has become my prison