OCD

Asymmetry, my worst enemy, you win...
You have conquered me.
Swore I wouldn't give in, you've gotten the best of me.
So once again, I say “You win, OCD.”

I can't even help myself from realigning some books on a shelf.
It's somewhat hard to explain but it's a physical pain that can only be fixed
When I readjust some crooked display.
Don't mean to cause a fuss, and it may sound absurd, but I give you my word this is real...