I Can

I Can

I can’t sing, or draw or write very well. All I know is that I have another ability that most people just ignore. The power to imagine and create my own life threatening problems.

I can make tear form on my cheek when I see a friend die. I can feel the adrenaline rush through my veins as I fly over the dessert with no one to save me. I can feel pleasure, kissing the prettiest boy in the whole wide world.

Okay, so I can’t really do all that. But I can. I just can in my head. During school time I would sit out in the sun and make the whole world dark. I would meet my true friends and enemies and I would know how to fight. I would have wings and fly out of the school, city, my own body, and still be here.

I can make myself the hero, saving my man from the ultimate form of evil. Or I can be the villain, torturing those who oppose my thoughts and ideas. I can make myself look pretty and have all the guys chase after me. I can make the best Whopper you’ve ever tasted.

I can do a lot of things and sometimes I feel awful about it. When I make one of my friends die I do tend to cry, but for some reason there is some for of pleasure from it. When I see them go down and not move anymore, I feel powerful. No, I don’t really kill my friends, just the ones in my head. And I remember how they die and rewind it in my head.

In my mind, it’s like I am the Goddess of my own world. The mental one anyways. Where I can sing, draw, and write.

-Poppy Mare