Different From The Inside

Outside, I'm normal. My face, my body, my skin,... Everything. If I go outside and walked down a busy street no one would care because to them, the people of the world, I'm just another person.

If only they knew what was inside. The power. The knowledge. Everything.

Ofcourse, it's better if they don't, because if they did know about the things I'm capable of... They would be scared and I would no longer be a normal person. Not that I ever was, but in their eyes, I was.

I used to wish and dream about being just a regular human being. Now? I don't even bother wasting my time. It took a while, but I had finally come to accept what I was. To face that I am what I am and I can't change it.

A mutant.

I am a mutant.

With the powers I have I did good. Now, I'm not trying to say that I'm like Superman because I'm not, but I help as much as I can. I'm mean that's the least I could do than sitting around doing nothing.

Right?