Aging

Aging rapidly, I feel it deep in my subconscious. My spirit aches and whines for a release, for a warm front to kill this harsh winter. It never comes.

For as long as I can remember I knew I would be great. As if God himself picked me out to be some kind of savior. Delusions or truth I'll never know. Maybe I was fed too many pills from a very young age and was in a constant state of psychosis. Thats what I get for ripping apart a stuffed monkey that my friend gave me in third grade and accusing him of putting cameras in the eyes. Maybe I really am some kind of real life superhero. My partner swears on his life that I saved him. Saved him from what? He says I saved him from the world of drugs and gangs. But in reality, anyone has that power in themselves to save them from whatever ailment that was cast upon them. He's just feeding my ego by saying that. Although all my friends say the same thing - that I single handedly saved them from some sort of trauma in their short lives. I'll never know what though. I don't know what is so special about me.

The word "demigod" has been cast around a few times in my direction. For what? For doing people a favor? It's just common courtesy. I dare anyone to try and not help out a loved one in time of need. It's not going to happen. I have to remind everyone that I am just a girl with my own struggles. I'm not your Wonder Woman.

As I age rapidly I feel my time running short and I can't shake the feeling that there's one last mission to accept.