A/N: This poem is one that I wrote for myself, and also this story includes a bi/pan character, just to let you know. I don't own Galinda or Elphaba, as well, so yeah...

Professor Berri had asked Galinda to write a poem. A poem! Galinda had thought at first that it was going to be easy. She had learnt to do it back in primary school, as had the rest of her friends, who had also been given the assignment. But when the blonde sat down to begin to write, she found it more difficult than originally thought. Her roommate, Elphaba had been watching her for about 30 minutes, peering over her book with a smirk, and a raised brow. "Just write down how you feel. I believe that Berri told you that it doesn't have to rhyme, or have a definite syllable pattern." She finally advised her friend.

Galinda whined. "But rhyming is the best part…" she started, but a glare from Elphaba cut her off. "Fine." She grumbled.

As soon as the blonde turned around again, her words flew out of her pen. She was surprised at herself. She didn't even know what she had written, until she looked down to find that she was done.

Sometimes I'm tired of being the happy one

Doing well in school doesn't mix with fun

And sometimes the person I want to become

Is unachievable

Have I accepted who I am inside?

Deep in the closet is where I hide

But maybe if I just enjoy my ride

I will learn to love it

But right now, I know that it's just too hard

I'll just pretend that I'm not mentally scarred

I guess I'll just have to play my part

That was not meant for me

Am I here for friendship, or love?

I am barely used like an old glove

I should trust the force above

But I just can't right now

Trying to be good, but met with a fail

Getting so scared and I always bail

Just waiting for thee time to tell my tale

To the rest of the world

I'm not gay, but I'm also not straight

When should I come out? Should I wait?

Has this always been my fate?

Since the day I was born?

She was done in 10 minutes. Before she put the paper away, Elphaba spoke. "Would you like me to read that over for you?" but she was met by Galinda vigorously shaking her curls. She picked up her paper and ran all the way to her Berri's study, dropping it in a box outside her office. Galinda quickly ran back, unlocked her door, and flopped on her bed. "Are you alright?" Elphaba asked, amusement clear in her voice. Breathlessly, Galinda nodded. "I'm just fine". Though her comment seemed nonchalant, she felt free. She had come out to a teacher, to some extent anyway. She supposed Berri would guess from the hints that she was either bisexual or pansexual. She slept well, for the first time in a while.

Professor Berri was reading through Galinda's poem late one night. She had endured a long day of marking her student's final examinations, then going through the poems of Galinda's friends, or the 'airheads' as she liked to call them in her head. Galinda's poem was the last to mark, but Berri wasn't expecting much from her. She wasn't even sure why she had given the 'airheads' a different task to everyone else. 'I guess I was feeling lenient' she sighed to herself, as she uncapped an inky red pen, and poised it before the page.

When Galinda came to class, the next day, she was met with a B+ waiting for her. "Good job", Berri smiled. The blonde returned the grin. She had always thought closets were great, but freedom from one had never felt so good.