Endless thoughts outpour through these wretched walls.
This battered hall is where my fears crawl.
My anxiety runs deep, corridors never-ending
Chaos everywhere, moments of calm are only lending.
Accomplishing nothing, my time is draining
Unsatisfied with dormancy, liveliness is straining.
Signals of distress corrupt my bones, yet I'm filled with apathy
My quality of life is shrinking rapidly.
Disregard normal and the truth is sickly.
My goal for happiness should be over quickly.
I follow the truth simply.
Love your neighbor and treat all equally.
Myself as well, though I'm quick to discard.
Surrounded by peace yet my heart seems charred.
The cure for affliction feels more like a race,
Slaving every day to earn Gods grace.
While impossible, my brain churns despite
Scrupulosity is a mental parasite.