Perfectly Aligned

In ordered lines, trapped,

OCD, relentless tide,

Mind's symphony lost.

Counting, checking, feared,

Compulsions dance, never still,

Balance sought, but not.

Obsessions, whispers,

Intrusive thoughts, loud echoes,

Sanity's fragile thread.

Seeking solace, peace,

Perfection's elusive dream,

Anxiety's grasp.

Routine, ritual,

Control's illusion, façade,

Prisoner of self.

Yet strength resides deep,

Embracing quirks, finding grace,

OCD, my guide.

For in chaos, light,

Creativity's hidden spark,

Obsessed, yet alive.