O.C.D Poem by Marcondes Pereira
O.C.D
I must wash my hands one more time,
I must clean my glasses again.
I must keep it all in order, it's a better way to gain
a softer life, a messy house is a filthy crime.
I must clean all the clothes and dishes.
Organization, harmony are my deepest wishes
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mental illness,obsession
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