Struggling

I am struggling,

Struggling,

In a vain attempt

To be in a world

That will not

Become in a time

That wants the

Faintest glimmer

Of me, that would

Wrap me in its

Should its cannot.

Where there is no

Room no space

Suffocation in the

Box of expectation.

Unheard, uncared for,

Impossible and yet

Required to continue

Only to be visible

When the sun strikes

At its particular angle,

Only let light pass

Through limited facets

And otherwise

Disappeared.

I struggle for the

Full gemstone that

Would glow,

The full person that

Would be,

The full man that

Would become.

I struggle, I'm

Not Good

And write this

To know

That's ok.