Superpowers

She tried to make herself invisible.

She pulled the broken stars down with her head.

She used something called un-splitter-ing

To try and make them all whole again.

She tried to make herself a telepath.

She tried to change all of her memories.

She used the re-photo-izer

To try and recreate her own legacy.

She tried to make herself worthy

To a God, or the Devil, or her own.

She used the pre-mimic-ator

To replace all the people she’d known.

And finally, she tried to be good

To a standard that she’d never reach.

She attended the dis-pepper-athon

In hopes that she’d then turn out sweet.

But all that time she spent changing herself,

All along, I don’t think she could see

That each of the villains and every hero knows

You’re already who you’re meant to be.

Maybe it’s just my tendency to pine,

Or that, when I type, my heart speaks.

But the person who tried so hard to change herself,

All along, that person was me.

Because I tend to do all of that,

To want to be impossible things.

I tend to become invisible.

I tend to telepathically think.

I thought I was a superhero,

That I could do impossible things to no end.

But I’ve tried and I’ve tried, and I just simply can’t

Prove to you that I’m more than a friend.