A Broken Mind

(A/N: This one's kind of tongue-in-cheek, so pls don't give me too much grief about it. Thnx!)
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I suffer OCD, and it isn't very nice;
I have to count most everything, I have to count it twice!
Agoraphobia asked me out today;
I would not, could not, go outside to play!
Repeatedly I clean the house (a severe Ataxophobe);
Afraid I'll see a bug or mouse- no corner left unprobed!
Talking to my friends I find, that their not even there;
Hallucinations, but so kind- I really thought they cared!
Arachnids crawl across my skin;
I swatted, looked- they were gone again!
The frayed ends of my sanity, I pick up off the floor;
While my inner child cries, and hides behind the door!
Panophobic,(afraid of everything), but mostly of myself;
"Autophobia" (so they say), and put me on the shelf!
"Borderline Personality" says one, "Antisocial" says another;
"The cause is this", "the cause is that", and now,"we blame the mother"!
"Psychotherapy's not working, let's try electroshock";
And if I was not gagged and bound- I'd run screaming down the block
About me, they all scheme and plot, as if I am not there;
I wish I could just pinch myself- awake from this nightmare!
Pills and more pills they prescribe, like quiet homicide;
Now, is it me they're trying to kill;
Or what I hide inside?
At last, when they pronounce me "cured" (oh what a funny label);
The next time that they come for me, I'll escape them, if I'm able,
To keep from being bound again,
Upon this cold, hard table!