If I were magical, I would be a seer. To go along with this, I borrowed a poem from DarkSoulDivinity on DeviantArt.
It happened mid-distraction
During the contamination of my form
I felt a seed far beneath and barely conscious
Gardened behind my eyes
Without my sick and fevered parental consent.
Brown eyes have grown to blue possibility
Billions of shards are open to me
Wavering gently above my iris
Threatening to carve their slender stalks
Their names, their avenues, their promises.
The weight of sight
Further adding to my burdens
My beautiful flaw, my unwanted gift
And yet the seer shall remain forever