OCD Mind

Continually dodging fields of land mines

Bouncing off different points of the outer lines

If life is a circle, I am the space in the center

The reverberation my greatest tormentor


If my mind is a machine, it needs to be refurbished

Every attempt to shuffle is a disturbance

The recorder seems to be stuck on repeat

No realization that no replay is not a defeat


Repeating the motions, I find myself numb

My thoughts are the weapon, never to be done

Safety in numbers is a phrase for the unbroken

Same experiences of thousands, time has frozen

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