Write a poem about ocd or anxiety under this

OCD is torturing my brain I feel like I'm gonna go insane Will I ever see the light again? Or will I forever be stuck in the pain? It drains me how I will never know I feel like I'm sinking in snow I feel so low I wish the OCD would let me go Let me go out from this cage I have so much rage OCD is the opposite of a friend The worst part is: I see no end

Have a parody of Katy Perry’s “Firework” based around pure o! Do you ever feel That an intrusive thought Is not OCD, that’s not what you’ve got? Do you ever feel You’re being treated for Something you don’t have, you are just the norm? Do you ever feel This is all a fraud You’re in denial deep, putting on a facade? Do you know that you’re lying to yourself? The entire world can tell That you’re gonna deny and try To push truth aside Stop telling lies And accept what’s inside Cuz you don’t have OCD A cover up for who you could be Your thoughts are really true, true, true They’re hidden secrets about you, you, you You don’t have OCD Let all your guilty pleasures free It’s not really that bizarre, arre, arre Because that’s just who you are, are, are Do you ever feel Like those thoughts are bad Like you’re an evil chick, like you’re going mad? Do you ever feel An overwhelming doubt That these things aren’t you, the things you think about? Have no fear my friend They’re absolutely right! That makes you evil and now you can worry all night! Whatever you do, know that nothing’s wrong No OCD all along So please don’t deny and try To push truth aside Stop telling lies And accept what’s inside Cuz you don’t have OCD A cover up for who you could be Your thoughts are really true, true, true They’re hidden secrets about you, you, you You don’t have OCD Let all your guilty pleasures free It’s not really that bizarre, arre, arre Because that’s just who you are, are, are Pure, pure O You say you have it but you know, know, know Your compulsions are internal so they don’t, don’t, don’t They aren’t real compulsions and it shows, shows, shows Cuz you don’t have OCD A cover up for who you could be Your thoughts are really true, true, true They’re hidden secrets about you, you, you You don’t have OCD Let all your guilty pleasures free It’s not really that bizarre, arre, arre Because that’s just who you are, are, are Pure, pure O You say you have it but you know, know, know Your compulsions are internal so they don’t, don’t, don’t They aren’t real compulsions and it shows, shows, shows

https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-130023

I wrote this May 27, 2019, when OCD hit me extremely strong — but I had no idea that it was even OCD. I described it perfectly and I didn’t even know that’s what I had, I just described the mental torment I was dealing with. “Seems like I keep going in circles Caught it in a spiral of the same old thing I get one thing done with but there’s another still It’s like my conscience won’t let me breathe”