morning all! it’s been awhile since i’ve been on the app but i wanted to share 2 poems i wrote for my creative writing class about ocd: the first is the illness and the second is the results of treatment. i thought this might be relatable/inspiring to a lot of you on here and i’m really proud of them, so i would really appreciate if you could take the time to read it and give feedback! thanks guys, i love you all :) poem #1 good morning. remember what you did last night? didn’t think so. go get some breakfast. don’t drink the milk, what if there’s something wrong with it? i said don’t drink the milk, you never know. good. eat quickly, your life is on the line. go back to your room and get changed. why can’t you just relax? don’t straighten your hair today. it would be far too tempting to burn yourself. what if you suddenly want to burn yourself? better lock it up and out of sight. just in case. drive to school. go twenty-three miles over. what if someone is following you? or what if the buildings on either side of the road explode? you want to be far away from the blast. someone is following you. what if someone is following you? sit down at your desk. someone clicks their pen. take it from them and break it. no? hurt them. think about it. you know you want to. you know you want to. you know you want to. no you don’t.   you’re so defiant. what if you do? maybe you do. ~~ poem #2 good morning. you slept well last night for the first time in a while. you had a dream about a pretty girl and a picnic. go get some breakfast. you can swallow, no lump in your throat. take your time, savor it. you can go back to your room and get changed now. your footsteps fall swiftly, easily onto the floor. your straightener sits on the counter in the bathroom. what if you suddenly want to burn yourself? you don’t respond anymore. my grip softens. you drive to school. you go five miles over. you admire the magnificent streaks of sunrise in the sky and reflect on a time when it nearly wasn’t enough to make you stay. is it enough for you now? it’s more than enough. you sit down at your desk. someone clicks their pen. the rustling of papers. you smile at the person next to you and they smile back. crinkled eyes, a spark of joy, a sigh of relief, you made it.   you made it. what if you hadn’t? but you did.