Head Shake

Part 4: Tics

Head Shake

A rush of itchy blood

Pulses at the apex of my neck.

It's hard to resist,

The unending fight.

I vibrate my skull,

Ambitious for relief

That never comes,

And I shake again.

I feel sorry for my parents.

They are forced to watch their son,

As he violently shakes his helpless head.

Do they think he's possessed?

To this day, I still shake my head.

Sometimes I catch the heartbreaking stare.

No one wishes to be different.

But there is nothing that can be done.

In the end, there is only an urge.