As a child I had Tourette Syndrome
it was miserable in every way,
everybody walks all over me
as if they cannot tell,
In humility I cry
nothing grows,
I keep my innocence
as ignorance is bliss,
look inside the crystal
its pure imagination,
tears fall for you
I cry alone,
an interest I have taken
in socks oh what a pair,
shaped with fabric
some knitted alone,
a mirror hangs upon my wall.
A contest entry
- Insane Tributes to Favorite Teachers... Build a tribute poem by stealing lines from your own poetry... by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 21, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is quite amazing!
Most of it makes sense and the rest could be explained as metaphoric.
It sounds really really smart and if you handed it to an English Literature class for analysis, they'd come up with brilliant explanations. WOW! 
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