Poetry: “Tourettes In Slow Motion”

Wishing to be invisible, I freeze as I sit.
Freeze into a place, a place I don’t fit.

I tense, I try to fight this urge,
Like fighting against a power surge.

The build up so great, nothing can stop,
This feeling inside me, its time, I pop.

Eyes in the back of my head gaze around,
Gazing to see reactions of that sound.

Wishing to be invisible, I freeze as I sit.
Sinking into a bottomless pit.

This is the process, the process in slow motion.
Over and over, I fight these emotions.

Copyright @ 2010 (Emma Stent)

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