The Terror of Invisibility

I'm sitting right in front of you.

No longer who I used to be.

OCD... 1... 2... 3

Yes, 3 is the magic number.

Or 6, or 9.

As long as it divides by 3.

Everything has to be 3.

It is wholeness, divine, perfection.

Beginning, middle, end.

You, me, and the Powers That Be.

Together we could have done anything.

We were conquering the world.

We made such a splash.

Laughter, joy, and love.

We had it all

In my Power of Three.

Now it's like

I'm sitting here in front of you

And you don't even see.

Invisible.

Tap, tap, tapping.

I lost my sparkle

So long ago.

I'm drowning.

Take me in your arms.

Pull me close.

Let me feel your heart beating against mine.

Squeeze a little tighter.

I can still breathe

And I don't want to anymore.

OCD... 1... 2... 3...

Wisdom, understanding, harmony.

You, me, and The Powers That Be

Where did they go?

I can see

Just on the horizon

Seemingly out of reach.

Please take me by the hand.

Summon The Powers That Be.

Bring me back.

Show me

That you see.

I don't want to be

Invisible.

I hate the OCD

I just long for

1...2...3...

You, me, and The Powers That Be.