Was it you, OCD?

What has kept us going?

Was it you this whole time?

Have I just been along for the ride?

A passenger to your chaos and lethal sublime?

Was it you who had to say those words over and over again under the rising moon?

Who was to afraid to sleep in our own room?

Was it you that made us clean everyday?

Or was it you who just couldn't leave the crooked pillow in such disarray?

Was it you who cried at my family for using the bathroom?

Or was it you who just thought they would assume?

Did you make me pick my skin until red?

While you insisted on perfecting the hair on my head?

Was it you who got all A's in school?

That had to overachieve at everything you do?

Or was it you who made sure everyone knew we were good?

While deep down we felt misunderstood.

Was it you who made the intrusive thoughts so berating?

Was the knife you held to cut your steak that intimidating?

Is it you who will pass this curse to our children?

Or was that already predetermined?

Was it you who kept us on track?

Is that the reason why we could never give ourselves any slack?

Did you take this life away?

Just to keep the anxiety at bay?

Did you commit these crimes?

Or was it me this whole time?