OCD - A real struggle

They say pour your heart into words

But I ask, "What about tears dripping down?"

They have the cure to every pain, they assured and keep assuring

I wonder if the sickness of mine has any treatment yet?

They name it OCD,

But I lack the ability to define it in ways,

I know only one thing and that's how I keep on falling to it all again,

After every struggle, thinking I have beaten it to the best of my abilities,

To realize, I still have it hovering above my happiness and freedom-breeze,

That I wish to enjoy every second and every day with peace,

Without the worry to face the evil of OCD, 

As it keeps me dragging into a weakest-ever-born freak!