I had always known
from young
that I had superpowers.

But I knew I was no superhero.

I had always had this foresight
into what would happen
to the people around me.

Like dominoes,
I could always see the pieces tumble;
one into the next
and the next
and then the rest.
A story unfolds as though written
by my own wretched hand.

I would watch
in absolute fear
when it all came true.

I had always been able to catch
the tiniest of emotions
that stirred in the still air.
I hear it like a voice
screaming to be heard.
Screaming in the sound of
my own voice.
And it deafens the world.

But my strongest ability...
A blessing at times, but at the same time
my most cursed one.

I had always been invisible.
Always on the brink of non-existence.
Had I always been a villain then
were I no superhero?