Obsessive Compulsive



I look into the mirror

I don't know who's there.

I may die tomorrow

But I don't seem to care.

It's just a phase

They tell me

But all my days are gone.

I've got only one reason to live.

I'm Obsessive

Compulsive.

It's so unhealthy they tell me

But I already know.

I want to leave it go badly

But I'd have nowhere to go.

Oh, it's not fair

That I am asking myself why

I got my self into

This lie of a life.

I don't care where I end up in a couple years.

Yes, I know that that means trouble.

Why do you think there's tears?

My grades are so low.

I'll have no career.

But why should I care, as long as my obsession is here?

It's not just a phase

When it corrupts all your days

Your past, your present

Your future if you last

My obsession makes me

So incredibly happy.

I don't think I need anything more in life.

My life is torn.

I've never been so happy since I was born.

I was born a perfect child, but now I'd run a mile

To get away

From here.

I'd never be unhappy if it had been with me my whole life

I'd commit suicide suicide at times

I can't take it anymore

Being obsessive compulsive has nothing good in store.

My social life is gone.

Everything is wrong.

I love it more than life itself, with it, everything is right.

And I just can't take it anymore…



A/N: I will not tolerate flames. This is serious stuff. It is psychological, and if you don't like any part of the poem, please don't bother to tell me. I made this for me, not you. And I do not want to hear that you disliked it.

But, however, everything else is highly encouraged! (

(Sorry for that brief cruelty towards flamers. I'm just a bit touchy when I read or write this.)