Kissing Doorknobs

I stand here kissing doorknobs
My cheeks are turning red
I see the people staring
I see them turn their heads

I walk out to my front porch
Where there are many cracks
I'm careful not to touch them
Mom really needs her back

Along my way of counting
A neighbor stops to talk
I lose my concentration
And run home to restart my walk

I hate it when this happens
My counting gone to waste
If I could just remember that number
I could start in the same place

I look down at the hour
It's already 8 AM
School starts at 7:30
I'll be late there once again

I stand here kissing doorknobs
Their thoughts are very clear:
She's psycho, she's not normal;
She's crazy and she's weird

I wonder why I have to
Do these rituals each day
I just wish that someone
Would take my OCD away

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This poem is based on the book Kissing Doorknobs by Terry Spencer Hesser