From the Inside, Out
I sit, staring,
Eyes glazed with stinging,
Unshed tears.
A true fear
Was just realized.
I wonder how much I am despised
Because of the sounds
Emitted unconsciously
Through my tightly closed lips.
This is my reality,
Many people's nightmare.
They control every minute action-
But me?
To them, the inability
To stifle the unending chain of grunts
They emit from frowning mouths
Would be unimaginable.
They control every single action,
Their minds overriding
The impulses of their subconscious brain.
But for me, the truth is plain:
I cannot.
When they stare and complain
Of the noises I make,
It tears my soul deeper than I can say.
I have more of it to bear than they.
But they wouldn't understand
Unless they were looking
From the inside, out.
Whatcha think? I hope I just educated you a little a/b Tourette's Syndrome. If you enjoyed this poem, you might also like the one titled 'A Monster, A Fiend' in my portfolio. It's not about Tourette's, but I wrote it when in a similar state of mind... *yells to readers: Feedback Welcomed!*
