She struggled from the day I was born.
He knew she was torn.
Yet, they stayed strong.
Despite knowing the path was winding and long.
As I grew, they saw.
But they knew it wasn't a flaw.
I had Aspergers Syndrome, a form of Autism.
Despite the troubles, they kept their optimism.
They loved me, nurtured me.
Because they could see.
I was special, talented and unique.
Even though I only saw a freak.
We've had our woes.
To me, it seemed, from no where, they rose.
But, all families can break.
To fix, it's how much effort you make.
In families, love is the glue.
Keeping us from feeling blue.
Well, we all have so much love.
Love purer than the Noah's ark dove.
I admit we are disfunctional.
But, that doesn't change the fact that our love for each other is almost fictional.
After all, a messed up family
Will always support each other in need.