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Chanise Nov 2021
Tourette’s
uncontrollable
loud inside stares from outside
Suffering from inflated embarrassment and shame
Unknown, only known by me
suppressed until I cannot anymore
I am not my tics, but they are in me
they follow me, poke me jabbing to be included in my life
sudden, and uncomfortable they feel extreme
I blink excessively to shrug off the tickle in my brain
My shoulder seizes and jerks back in forth up and down
With no warning, I start to yell or grunt, scared of my excessive tics
I cry afterwards full of shame and misery
Hands start to flail as I rock back and forth
back and forth back and forth, I’m okay I am going to be okay
Comfort in the uncomfortable knowing my secret that cannot be exposed in my own company
but what about when there are others around me,
I hope no one noticed and I feel like a failure once again
I suppress when others are around and free my spirit when alone
I look at myself and my face contorts until it feels correct and the tics are over
Until next time I feel the uncontrollable
nonstop
smothering
repressed
constraint of my tics
  Nov 2021 Chanise
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
Chanise Jan 2019
dad
the worst human ever
I’ve known him for awhile
but his true colours are just showing now
pain and tears are on there way
thank you dad
Chanise Jan 2019
a state of unease
generalized dissatisfaction with life
never truly feeling bliss and joy
another sappy sad one
Chanise Jan 2019
poetry truly is expressing myself through art without hurting myself or others
it is a release of anger and sadness
in exchange for happiness and joy
Chanise Jan 2019
haven’t felt like me for a long time
don’t know if I will ever be like the girl I used to be
this might be a goodbye
that girl may die
goodbye
Chanise Jan 2019
I cannot fathom what is only just in front of me
so out of reach yet told not far from
I can smell the success near and dear
yet fail to feel its presence
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