The OCD Plea

By Anonymous

Obsessive Compulsion Disorder;
Just another symptom we get.
The rituals we need, within our lives,
Particular needs to be met.

My partner just don’t understand it;
She thinks that I’m being a pain.
Doesn’t she care, that by placing that there,
I must start this all over again?

The socks go on after the trousers;
The shirt goes on after the shoes.
It’s not like she’ll die, if she doesn’t know why,
This particular order I use.

So why does she still go on moaning?
It’s not her who has this HD.
The rituals are my way of coping,
So why can’t she just let me be?

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