The walls of my mind are covered in flypaper.
Thoughts that I think once, stick.
Bad, sad thoughts mostly.
And these bad, sad thoughts that stick struggle on the flypaper.
And cry out on the flypaper.
And eventually die an unremarkable death on the flypaper.
Is this OCD or anxiety? Or is panic the papering fiend?
Does it matter? Not really. The stickiness will remain.