a poem

[Guest guest]

I Have OCD

When you walk by

And you see me cry

Try to remember

Back in September

When I was well

You didn't know, couldn't tell

That I have OCD

Now I cry a lot of the time

Any moment, at the drop of a dime

No thought without doubt

Can't hold it in - now it's out

So mean and strong is this thing I fight

I fight so hard – with all of my might

I have OCD

It frightens me so much

To go to school, play, and such

I am driven to Panic

And sometimes I'm manic

I say " I'm sorry " , then yell and scream

Worse things can happen when I dream

I have OCD

You can't know how hard life is

How much I wish mine were like his

I know the others aren't like me

I ask myself how that can be

Medicine can make me feel ill

I take it daily and still

I have OCD

My mom loves me dearly

Thinks I'm perfect or nearly

I need the love I'm shown

I can't fight this monster alone

I hope you know

That I can grow

Though I have OCD

Bonnie