I walk through my sister’s flat
And I turn and face the mirror
I can hear the silence of the panic between my ears
And on reflection this had been coming all along
All those irrational fears and years of fighting it off had slowly caught up with me
And I fall, I sink, and I think that I cannot think, and I see my thoughts rush past me
My feet take me to my car, but from afar my heart and mind are frozen
And somehow I’m home, and surrounded by love but I’m so alone and nobody else is with me
And a voice, call from far away, next to me, and they say.
Hello lovely boy, how are you today?
The Poetry of OCD 