Families are forever
Whether you want them or not
Political stances and virtue signalling
They’re the only ones that you’ve got
You could talk for hours and hours
About gunpowder, treason and plot
Or say the odd word
And that could say a lot
You feel the pressure to get on
Even when the relationship is shot
But always, always remember
To alter yourself you should not
Don’t blame me for all this
How was I supposed to know?
It isn’t my fault that the cracks are starting to show
I followed my heart right from the start
You expect me to do the research though?
The experts say this and the experts say that
And you know what? I’m sick to death of it
I am not wrong, I cannot be wrong
So fuck you, you little shit
The sales pitch for growing up
Is a simple formula that’ll make you happy
Work hard, be smart, always smile
And everything will fall into place
Exercise, education equates to elation
But nobody mentions the things that hide round the corner
Nobody reads the fine print of chaos and disorder
What to do if your mind attacks you
What to say if you’re wasting away
You’ve signed up for it now, and life demands payment in full
We are made up of all our choices
Of everything that we have done and said
And thought with ten thousand voices in our head
And which one we choose at any one time banishes the rest to eternity
And we grieve them, for one wrong step lays the rest to bed
That could have been a better us instead
And although we are all on the same journey
We dig each others graves
Because the dead tell no tales
The Poetry of OCD