Nothing I do will allow me to restrain
my hands from flapping and my words
insane.
No one can ever say I don’t belong or
I did something wrong.
This is neurological and nothing I
took of the shelf.
Though this label I have is why I’m
usually by myself.
I blink many times but I can still see
the beautiful people.
You’ll see my restless legs but one
day I’ll be in the position that is fetal.
My phrases may sound ignorant and
bothersome
but I somewhere have a voice that
spreads truth and wisdom.
Though I may be alone
or staying at home
I party in my room
and feeling no doom.
Tourette’s is no sin,
when the ticks start to begin,
they perform and I let it go
it is still there but it doesn’t have
to be a show.
Its about the inside forget the
gesturing hands.
We people are styled and different
but never are we brands.
We here for each other
reasons to be told.
I may have ticks but many
great stories to unfold.
We learn to respect and listen
to our family and friends.
The ones I have I know are
there, they never expect
the ticks to end.
It’s nothing I pretend.