Izzy
What makes some people
more special
than others?
Don’t even try to tell me that this isn’t true.
I don’t mind.
It’s just a fact.
Maybe it’s something that you can
get better at.
Like if I practise my violin every day I will
almost definitely
improve.
So perhaps I can work on
being
more
special.
But when I look in the mirror I just see
me.
Not astonishing, not hideous –
just me.
Nothing I can do about that.
I don’t know what I can do to
change – I don’t know what I need to do to
change.
I think I’m all right,
I’m just
not
that
special.
I watch the way Finn looks at Alex,
like she is precious
and he can’t
lose her.
The way he grasps her hand in his
like she’s his
favourite
and he doesn’t want to
share her.
The way he protects her like she’s a
delicate flower
and he doesn’t want to
crush her.
The way she lets him.
And I know
that nobody is bothered about
sharing
losing
crushing
me.
I need to learn her secret –
sparkle, shimmer, flicker, glow.
I need to make myself
more
special.