This is my second poem in the collection of ten poems I had to write for English. This is about OCD.
Over and over patterns repeat.
Through the winter snow and summer heat.
To break that cycle would be a feat.
This cycle goes on in a perfect rhythmic beat.
Germs.
Germs.
Germs.
Wash.
Wash.
Wash.
A normal life this cycle seems to squash.
You lie in bed when your eyes widen in shock.
Maybe I should check on the lock.
Lock.
Lock.
Lock.
Check.
Check.
Check.
It's a hard to live a normal life.
When you have to do things,
Over and over.
And you cannot run for cover.
But these thoughts seem to hover.
Compelling you to do things over and over.
