struggle

poem

I plunge into the depths of my own waters, diluted in thought.

The sharks in my life are preying and my inner fight has drowned. 

I always struggle to express myself, to articulate ideas well,

autism they call it, I call it inadequate, inept.

You see I love you so dearly and feel so deeply for you.

But in my manner you dont see this, you understand my struggle, i don't need vocalise this to you.

But sometimes when I see you, I wish I could be like them.  I wish you would see me the way that you see him. I'm prisoner to your adjectives; I'm soft, gentle and kind.

But darling these are not the traits that I examine in my mind.

I want you to see a tiger, a wolf that fights for you. That despite even the glasses, I need you to see me true.

I know that I dont always show it but in my heart its surely there. i swear to God threes this vigor this over whelming stir. 

My tiger is caged, and my wolf will never howl because I am sufferer of autism and trapped in a linguistic hurl.