The tic click tic click
is a slick sick trick
of time playing with
my mind,
some twitch
a phantom itch
with no obvious
cause for it,
a voice dragging me
from the comfort of sleep,
yelling out my name,
so I get up to see,
but there is no one
out there calling me.
I am scared
because my family
has a history
of mental illness
in varying degrees
of severity,
and I am afraid
that one day
it won’t be me
questioning my sanity,
but a clinical certainty.