by Christopher Mcilquham

Created on: February 07, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Looking back, it's funny isn't it?
How we'd play childish games,
Tag, you're it!
How we'd have childish superstitions,
Don't step on three drains,
killing spiders will bring rain.
Pitter patter. Pathetic

But my superstition isn't funny.
My obsession isn't humorous
My obsession is hell.
It controls me, feeds of me
Like a parasite.
Tut, I can't take it anyway.

I have to lock the door
Three times,
I have to butter my bread
A certain way.
And if I don't?
Chaos.

But I live with it.
Always have and always will.
For what else can I do?
End it all?
And they lived happily ever after.
Pathetic.

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