There

Here, I struggle with my words,
Trying to explain,
Getting mad when you just
Don't seem to understand.

So I stop trying.
It is hard enough to speak my mind,
And have you stare back at me blankly,
Or ask me what I meant.

You want me to explain.
But I can't.
That's not how my mind works.
Move with it or you will be left behind.

But there, in that place of intellect,
Their eyes light up when I talk,
They gaze at me with interest,
Because they get it!

I am briiliant.
They understand me.
They praise me for my knowledge.
I leave feeling good, feeling worth something.

But I can't live there forever.
I return to this quiet little world,
Where no one seems to understand,
So I simply stop talking.

But that time,
Of tripping over my words
I can't get them out fast enough
Because I have so much to share.

And to be told that I am articulate.
They make exceptions for me.
That I will have no problem doing a presentation.
'Take it as a compliment'.

There, I am different.
Special. Understood.
Because the mind is a beautiful thing.
And my mind is worth something

There.