She lived all her life wondering,
Am I special?
She’d try to move cars with her mind
Control the thoughts of others around her
Close doors with the beckoning of a finger
And yet, nothing happened.
She grew into a woman
A force in her own right
Unafraid and unable to lose
And yet, she still wondered
Am I special?
She floated through life day and night
On to the next day
And on to the night after that.
Smiling, laughing
Enjoying the company of friends
And of strangers.
One afternoon, she found herself alone.
The old question crept up like
Like an old record, crackly but clear:
Am I special?
She steeled herself and looked in the mirror
Afraid of what she may see
But delighted by her discovery.
She was special —
She even had a superpower.
X-ray vision, because she could see
Right through everybody
And at long last
Everybody included herself.



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