The truth is all that matters
Everything else flatters to deceive
But flattering flutters it’s eyelashes
And promises flashes of something magic
That is tragically out of reach
And to try to teach people to spot
The not so believable truths is a chore
Doubling down is the danger
That any stranger wanting power can make you devour hour by hour
So be brave, don’t give in to hate, and don’t fear about being late to the party
It’s just getting going again
The Poetry of OCD 