Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Poem

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder torments me
It never leaves my mind in peace
It makes me question every move I make
Everything I do; every decision I take:
 
It torments you over the things you value:
Loved ones, morals:  it will try and fool you
Into thinking you’ve done something wrong
When you guess you haven’t all along.
 
So you wash your hands and check the front door,
Wash so much your skin gets sore
And you check and check:  You must keep going;
The seeds of doubt are forever sowing
 
“The Doubting Disease” there’s a reason for that name:
It leaves you psychologically trapped and mentally lame
The answer may lie in exposure and response prevention
And medication is something else the doctors mention.