Its called A gift or a curse:

I carry this burden,
of being different,
feeling hated by
those around me.
For what I carry,
is deep within me,
something that I
wish I could change.
A curse to others,
yet a gift from my mother,
how I wish I could
be just like them.

But a gift that is pleasant,
to the all environment,
spreading flowers,
on the tress,
and everthing that I touch.
Making trees taller,
and spreading some vines,
on some benches or ladders,
Anything that has to do earth,
which is why it can be,
either curse or a gift.