I once was a child,
Alone by myself.
To live on the streets,
To feed for myself.

No one to turn to,
Nowhere to run.
I was pale and white,
Even under the sun.

I scurried about,
picking what I could.
"Stay away! Stop that!"
the people would shout.

I had no kin,
So I lived with Irene.
But with Mystique it felt,
Like I lived in a bin.

One day, all ceased to involve,
A feeling came on to me.
As I didn't know,
My powers had evolved.

It was in a wonderful bliss,
I was with Cody.
My powers manifested,
When we made that kiss.

He shook and he fell,
I fled the scene.
Images, memories in my mind,
They were prevail.

I was scared,
I was frightened,
But then the X-Men came,
And they cared.

That's were I am today,
Living with them.
However a feeling comes
Everyday.

That feeling of such
Is a yearning.
A want that I may never have...
That Yearning to Touch.