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MY LIFE
WHAT IS THIS THING, OCD? IT TOTALLY CONTROLS ME,
I YEARN TO BE BETTER AND TO BE SET FREE.
“GIVE ME BACK MY LIFE!”, I WANT TO SAY,
BUT THIS THING IS STUBBORN, IT WON’T GO AWAY.
SOMETHING MIGHT HAPPEN, I HAVE TO WORRY,
THINGS ARE RACING THROUGH MY HEAD, I HAVE TO HURRY.
CHECKING THINGS AND READING THIS AND THAT,
WISHING TO BE SKINNY, BUT KNOWING I AM FAT.
FEELING SO LONELY, I NEED TO CRY,
FEELING SO SAD, I WANT TO DIE.
WASHING MY HANDS, TILL THEY’RE RAW & SORE,
AVOIDING LIFE’S SITUATIONS MORE & MORE.
AFRAID OF PEOPLE, AFRAID TO DRIVE,
AFRAID OF DYING, AFRAID TO BE ALIVE.
AFRAID OF KNIVES, AFRAID TO COOK,
DON’T TRUST MY EYES, AFRAID TO LOOK.
LIFE NOW IS SO HARD, I WISH AGAIN I WERE SMALL
THINGS WEREN’T SO SCAREY, then, I WASN’T AFRAID TO FALL.
GROWING UP ISN’T EASY, I’M AFRAID TO MAKE A MISTAKE,
THIS THING IS HARD TO BEAT, I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I CAN TAKE.
“TAKE YOUR MEDICINE,” THEY SAY WITH A SIGH,
IF YOU WANT TO GET BETTER, DO MORE THAN TRY.
I KNOW I MUST DO THIS, My OCD I HAVE TO BEAT,
MY CHILDREN NEED ME STRONG & WELL, THEY ARE SO SWEET.
I WANT TO BE NORMAL, I WANT TO FIT IN,
I WANT TO BE HAPPY, WORRY-FREE & THIN,
I WANT TO BE THE BEST PERSON & MOTHER I CAN BE,
I WANT MY KIDS TO BE HAPPY & PROUD OF ME.
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