Ivy Christou - OCD

I watch you wash your hands
for the tenth time today,
you look relieved
even though they bleed
and it must be painful.
People make fun of you,
I wouldn't worry,
they are mean as usual
but you cry for your impulses
which you can't change
just because you want to.

I see your frightened look
when some one simply shakes your hand
or when strangers accidentally touch you
and I know that after this,
you will wash your hands again,
with soap
and with tears.

I can hear the despair in your voice,
when you say 'I really don't want to differ'
but believe me,
at the end of the day
we are all different...

Ivy Christou

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