Disclaimer: too poor to own anything. Not quite sure who Smallville belongs too... Just kinda wandered into my thoughts...oh well. I don't own anything!
A.N this is a one shot, based on Melanie's thought's...or what they might have been...who knows? Not me :) please read, and maybe leave me a review? I live off them, and they make me feel so good :) thanks!
I see the glass
and I feel anger
the glass wavers
and suddenly breaks.
This is my curse.
The thing that makes me special.
I need to learn control.
Without it,
I am too dangerous.
Clark is nice
he is my friend.
My father
he is mean.
He steals
he hurts people.
I get this curse from him.
That means I have to be like him...
Doesn't it?
I'm told it's not my fault.
A window or glass can be replaced.
If people knew,
I would be called a freak.
People got hurt because of me.
Naomi, Lois, and even that guy from child services.
I'm told it's not my fault.
It was my father's doing.
I am like him.
I am bad.
I will always be seen as evil.
No one likes me.
They don't want me.
The glass is my only friend.
It dances around me.
It makes pretty shapes.
Many have told me it's not my fault.
I can't believe any of them.
Clark tells me it isn't my fault.
I can believe him.
He's my friend.
Shelby is my friend too.
Maybe I'm not bad?
Maybe I can do good?
I don't have to be like my father.
After all, any one can be a father,
but not just anyone can be a dad.
Clark made me realize that.
I don't have to be like my father.
He's not like me.
I'm good.
I will not harm.
I'll be an artist,
and everyone will love me.