- Username
- Acekid128
- Date posted
- 488d ago
- "Pure" OCD
OCD
Sometimes I feel nothing, and sometimes I feel something That something is liar, and never my true feelings Like clouds of different shapes, the monster inside my head can take Many forms It can be a thought a feeling an urge an idea an image. That monster makes sure my thoughts and feelings don't match with the Shoes I'm in everyday.... The shoes I'm in when I wake up, and when I rest my head. That monster has its ways with me like a puppet..... String after string... Panick attack after panic attack. Until I can't do it anymore. I want to be free Safe Myself We all have a monster A monster that will make our own minds A prison Where we can't escape No matter what we do What we say What we touch What we think or feel..... That monster will always make us doubt For as long as we fall in its traps.... We will always be with this monster. But I see something! Something that is bright and luminous That shines in the monsters eyes Making it stop in its tracks It's the puppet. The puppet it thought was inferior The puppet it thought was incapable The puppet it took over for so long..... Is finally shining it light The light it found throught the darkness the monster created. Throught all the panick attacks, tears, and compulsions It found me. The real me The authentic, loving, and caring me The me who doesn't let a monster tell the puppet how to feel How to live How to think And how to be. The puppet is now free from its master. OCD. Hope you will be like that puppet tooπβ¨οΈπ«