This one’s a little too close for comfort…but it won third place at Micro Bookends.
Explosive temper, foul language, cruel insults; she has it all.
She lurks in the back of my mind screaming until I want to tear out my hair with pain and frustration. She’s with me at work, at home, while I’m sleeping, while I’m cooking. I can’t relax.
If something is dirty she knows it; if it’s not dirty, she thinks it is, and convinces me. She’s different for everyone, but for me, she contaminates the world. She reduces the people and places I love into germs. She follows me around and remembers everything I do.
She is not me, but she changes me.
Her name is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.