Obsessive, compulsive, and disordered 

My mind is compelled for perfection

At a ripe age my Spidermans sat flawlessly in order

Never to be touched or moved

People questioned my behavior

But all in all my actions were approved

In good lighting, I was seen as clean, tidy, and polished

The perfect little boy

Not a mess in sight as organizing was my delight

Dirt and germs were my enemy 

Little did everyone know that I was not okay mentally

As I grew tall, my perfectionism grew stronger

During times of stress and anxiety 

I lash out on all of society

I don’t handle chaos and mayhem 

Meaning, I can’t stand a pop-up exam 

My heart beats faster

My hairs stand up

And before I know it 

I’m ready to erupt

The room spins

The walls cave in

And I’m left circling for an escape

My knees begin to shake

Everyone stares

This sensation isn’t fair

I’m left to question

Why me? 

What have I done wrong?

Why is this my greatest flaw?

I don’t have the answers

As it’s the way I was born

Taught that we all have our very own thorns

These prickles don’t define me

My rose stands tall, unique from others

Special in it’s own way

It’s petals are an array of lovely colors

Humans weren’t made for perfection 

But for acceptance