Whispers of the Soul

OCD

The Silent Battle

Inside my mind, a tempest brews,
A silent war, where doubt ensues.
Thoughts clash like thunder, a storm in the night,
Yet outwardly calm, I maintain the fight.

I wear a mask, composed and still,
While chaos rages, a void to fill.
A gentle smile, a nod of the head,
But deep in my heart, the anxious dread.

"Just check the lock," whispers the fear,
"Again and again, till the coast is clear."
But who would believe the weight that I bear,
The endless cycles of doubt in the air?

Each ritual calls, a siren's sweet song,
Pulling me deeper, where I don't belong.
I wash my hands, scrub 'til they bleed,
In hopes that these actions will silence the need.

The world sees me steady, serene on the outside,
But inside, I'm trembling, with nowhere to hide.
The thoughts swirl around like a wild, hungry beast,
Feeding on peace, never granting release.

I count the breaths, the seconds that pass,
While inside my mind, I shatter like glass.
"Just one more time," becomes my refrain,
As I dance with my demons, caught in the chain.

I smile in the sunlight, I laugh with the crowd,
While inside I'm screaming, feeling too loud.
The weight of perfection, the pull of the strings,
Keep me from soaring on unbroken wings.

I long for a moment when quiet prevails,
When the echoes of doubt fade like soft, gentle trails.
But until that day comes, I'll battle alone,
In the silence of thoughts, where the seeds of war are sown.

So I fight my own shadows, my unyielding mind,
In a silent struggle, where peace is hard to find.
Yet still, I rise each day, don my brave face,
Hiding the scars of this internal race.

For though I am weary, I strive to reclaim,
The joy in the journey, the light in my name.
And perhaps one day, I'll break through the haze,
To find in the silence, a brighter embrace.