TELL ME YOUR NAME

                                  You deceived me with flattery                                    convincing me I could control                                                        my universe, your way.                                     Giving me repetitious tasks                                      that accomplished nothing                                  except, your demands for more.                             You took away my free will and choice                                       in so many different ways.                                You led me to believe I had power                       to control people, circumstances and destinies                             when, in reality, I controlled nothing.                         Not people, not circumstances, not destinies                                       not myself, and certainly not you.                                     Oh, I tried, in so many ways                                     to break free of your bondage.                              Your chains finally began to give way                                 when I learned you had a name.                                       The name was not habit,                                            nor was it insanity                                       and, last but not least,                                            it was not my name.                                            You are called OCD.                                    You are an entity unto yourself,                                                    gone awry.                                      Because you and my brain                                             don't exactly click,                                       I wind up with an obsession,                                                 a compulsion,                                                or maybe a tic.                                         You are a program error,                            part of my brains computer needing fixing.                                   Finally the Master programmer, upstairs,                                      gave someone the knowledge                                           to repair you correctly.                                       Your glitch has been deleted.                     You have been replaced with the correct program.                                          ©  1991  Donna Friedrichs