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"Tic"
Jan 31, 2015 4:45:19 GMT -5
Post by Riah on Jan 31, 2015 4:45:19 GMT -5
"Tic"
They put me here to make me "better".
I stare down at the tile floor
(it's olive-green)
to avoid those clown-like smiles.
They put me here, in isolation,
away from light of day.
Living in shadow (like the others),
scratching at the plastered walls.
And when the TIC in my head
gets just too loud...
They stick me in their
white jackets (to straighten me out).
They stick me with their needles,
stuff me with medications.
All the while to hide the TIC.
Confined to this small space,
forgetting how to live with noise.
They say my brain is sick-
(those clowns),
but that's because it tics-
(too loud).
They tell me I'll be "better",
strapped down to their beds.
I scream-
anything to break the eerie quiet.
The silence that's so deafening,
this...white noise.
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