OCD for a Teenage Girl

By: Kiersten Lupinek

My room’s a mess.

I only clean it at midnight,

When the rest of the world,

Though sleeping,

Seems to be closing in.


I leave the house.

With three things. Three.

My checklist:

My keys, my phone, my wallet.

Three, three, three.

Keys, phone, wallet.

Always, always, always.


I wait for the next thing.

Tap, tap, tap.

My feet, my fingers.

Click, click, click.

My pen.

Tap, tap, tap.

Click, click, click.

I count in the night:

One, two, three, four,

Again and again and again.

One, two, three, four,

Until there’s nothing but restless sleep.


I cry out for help.

In the silent night.

The silent night you were born to;

I cry and You answer.


If I’m check, check, checking,

Tap, tap, tapping,

Click, click, clicking,

You answer;

And my fears are in Your hands.

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