Blood-Sickle

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just different

Born with a blood disease
Crisis attacks like a chronic sneeze
Pain that'll bring you to your knees
No cure from pharmaceutical companies
Then my weakness vanished in my late teens
Like Spider-Man, fate bit me on the arm
But my transformation was caused by a bat's harm
Was it a blessing in disguise?
No changes observed by casual eyes
Over time my intellect and strength grew 
I was amazed at what I could do
Superhuman strength and speed
Sleep, food, and waste were no longer needs
With the ability to transport and bend time
I single handily righted wrongs and solved crimes
Cured Sickle Cell, Leukemia, and HIV in just one trip
To the past, so now they don't exist
But even with all this power
There are still only 24 hours
Choices and decisions remain grave
What should I fix, who should I save?
My actions had dire consequences and I'm still fixing errors
Tried to help folks, but all they saw was terrors
I nearly lost my soul and mind
So I travelled back in the past one last time
Found and killed that bat just to be sane
And reset everything
Now all I feel is pain...