You were small once.
With wide eyes.
You saw the world.
In an array of colours.
In another life.
You'd be a great inventor.
Instead you grew.
Too fast.
Too soon.
You were born.
To make mistakes.
If only you knew.
If only you flew.
To the world.
You became a flaw.
Your life was jinxed.
From the beginning.
You weren't born a fighter.
Yet became one in chaos.
You lost everything.
You lost everyone.
Will they ever understand?
All you ever was trying to do?
Was help?
They'll never understand.
The reason you became,
Something else.
This poem was inspired by the character Powder/Jinx from the Netflix series Arcane. If you'd like me to write more like this let me know.