Power is what you have.-starting to a book, maybeee?

You lent against the freezing wall, looking at the lights shining through the spaces you became too afraid to climb into.
They all are different shapes, you slowly lift up your hands.
I look at you, and you look back, and I give you an encouraging look.
You twitch the tip your finger and the light shaped like a triangle jerks the same direction.
You have a look on your face, showing disgust. It looks as if you could burst into angry tears.
I crawl towards you and hold onto your arm and basically let my feelings transfer into your mind to calm you the slightest bit.
I'm the only one who knows, and you hate your ability.
You can't comprehend why you were born this way.