Voices of OCD Pt. 3
These poems were inspired today, when asked to explain my compulsions. I will Post each Poem individually.
The Voices of OCD I want to you to imagine each of these poems happening at the exact same time simultaneously, as if all at once.
Me / The Fixer / New Problem – "Fragments"
I’m shattered— torn between voices. Spinning. Tornadoes inside my skull, each one louder, sharper, pulling pieces of me away.
I want out. I want silence. I want to scream.
The Fixer slithers in: One more ritual. Just one. Then you’ll be safe. I promise.
I know it’s a lie. I know. But I can’t stop. I reach out— ritual becomes survival.
I move in circles, hoping for stillness.
New Problem sneaks in: But did you miss something? A flaw? A step? You failed. Start over.
I am lost— a ghost in the wind. No peace, no pause.
The storm feeds, and I am its fuel.