Art Tic
Head twitch, sniffing, throat clearing mess
I can't hide them I must confess
Art calms my Tics that are so hard to hide
I hold it together with art at my side
Staring, odd looks, and laughed at
I do not care about that
I have Tourettes and I am an artist, animated
Art helps control my tics and keeps em sedated
I draw my loves, my world, my creations
Despite the negative and discriminations
In my world of art, I thrive and live
To this world I have a lot to give
My art is always what I pick
I have an Unstopable Art Tic
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