A Poem About OCD

A desire for order,

Is not a disorder.

While your engrained rituals,

May feel too habitual,

Never be ashamed.

While others may not understand,

You shouldn't feel blamed.

It's your form of command,

and a way to feel sane.

 

Your engrained rituals,

Done once,

Twice,

Thrice.

Do not think of them as a vice.

Because our need for order,

Is not a disorder.

 

You control your world,

When it becomes unfurled.

And when you make it all align,

The anxiety will resign,

Inner peace and ease intertwine,

And you feel just fine.

 

This isn't a vice.

No need to sacrifice,

Your need for order.

It is not a disorder.