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untitled poem i wrote about my OCD monster.


you’re the weight on my chest

when i wake up.

you’re the sick pit in my stomach

i just can’t shake.

you’re the racing heart,

twitching eye,

trembling fingertips


constant doubt.

you’re the nagging voice,

the distraction,

empty lungs,

the one

who consumes

caffeine for breakfast

and my deepest fears

for dessert.

you’re the old friend

i never wanted to know

in the first place,

but somehow,

have become

a familiar face

who i know

will always


my side.

Sandra has reacted to this post.

Excellent and true, but  it doesn't need to always be by your side.