OCD, An Unwanted Guest

OCD, an unwanted guest, Always there, always a pest. Thoughts race through my mind, I can’t seem to find peace.

I check and recheck, Still I’m not sure, I’m filled with doubt, My mind is a mess.

I know it’s not real, But I can’t help but feel, That something bad will happen, If I don’t do this, or that.

OCD, you’re a cruel master, But I will not give in, I will fight you with all my might, Until I’m free.