I once had a teddy bear,
he was my best friend,
when I struggled physically
with tics that wouldn't end.
I would hold my teddy bear
as tears flowed down my cheeks,
all the miserable twitching
had gone on for weeks.
I had no real control
over what was ailing me,
my head would shake rapidly
from pain I wanted to be free.
I would talk to my teddy,
he could hold himself still,
then finally I found comfort
taking a simple little pill.
I found out about Tourette Syndrome,
my misery had a name,
now that I was diagnosed
life wouldn't be the same.
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wow
I really like this! I feel the same way sometimes. I get comfort from my teddy sometimes too. His name is Casey. Good Luck!
Much Love and Keep Writing,
-Alicia Lynn


