OCD and the Figure
They tell me it's always my OCD
No one is out the window
Hugging me, to calm me down
On a loop, everyday,
Until my obsession becomes my reality.
A dark figure
Staring back at me,
Forming a shadow on my wall.
I pinch myself
Waiting for this to be another obsession
With no one home to comfort my mindset.
I take my pills, for my OCD
Close my eyes
And open them, ever so slowly
The figure is gone.
I laugh realising that I must have been acting silly
A new day is in the horizon,
But my boyfriend has yet go return.
I gulp as panic races throughout my body
I must be acting silly,
I take some of my OCD medication
I turn on the news and pass the time
Echoing throughout the house,
Blinded by police lights.
"How long was I out?"