For many people with OCD, being creative is an outlet to express their feeling about OCD and how it impacts on their daily lives. This poem is one such example.
How can these hands be dirty still,
where are these germs my brain cannot kill?
Where is the map to ease the maze,
Can I not but let it lie,
to walk away without goodbye.
But you slowly creep upon my shoulder,
the doubt and fear that turns me older.
corridors of circles, my head ablaze.