I'm no poet but I've written this about about my OCD -
My OCD's a bully
He's always at my side.
He interferes with all I do
There's just no place to hide.
His hold on me is endless,
He holds me with such force.
But however much I reason
He shows me no remorse.
I need to show him who's the boss,
The boss of course is me.
But however hard I try to lose him
He's back right next to me.
I told you I was no poet but I managed this without his interference!
Truddles
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