Poem - "Flight"

I wrote this in class last night as part of the final "exam" in my graduate class - "Introduction to the exceptional child."

They all soar above and move
splendidly, magically
My wings are made
differently (they say I'm special)

I want to spread my wings
They all fly as if supported with string
Smooth. Graceful
and secure
I falter and wobble and
struggle. Unsure.

Flight is a right. Perhaps, a gift?
Yet nobody has bestowed
Or, the secret remains untold.

My way is different
My wings less beautiful
Yet I want to soar
I want to experience
Freedom. (Icarus, you brilliant fool)
What is the secret?
Where did I go wrong?