I'm in a place right now where everyone makes fun of me and hates me. I feel like I'm Elphaba, basically. But I feel like Nessarose in "Wicked Witch Of The East", so I'm going to explain it in this songfic. I've only put in the lines that Nessa sings, so yeah. This is based on something that happened recently.
All of my life I've depended on you, how do you think that feels?
All of my life I've depended on you, and this hideous chair with wheels...
"I'd be happy to talk to the dean." I said. I couldn't get this done myself, so I had to get help? Pathetic. Which is exactly what she said a few minutes ago. "You're pathetic." And it hurt. It hurt more so, because I knew it was true. I don't know why I seem to be unable to handle things myself, and standing on my own two feet.
Scrounging for scraps of pity to pick up
And longing to kick up my heels...
It's so humiliating. Sometimes I feel that the only reason people are nice to me, is because they feel sorry for me. I hate that people do, but it's the only reason why I have anyone close to a friend. And then there's the ones that scorn me. Like her. That girl...
It's later that day when I'm on Facebook. A log pops up. Awkward moment when Roseanna calls Jaimee a bitch. And said bitch comments on it! Honestly! They hurt me so. She did deserve it. But that doesn't make it right. But it doesn't make what they did right either.
Well, we'll see about that! (Let it go)
Did you think I'd let you leave me here flat? (Don't come any closer!)
The next day, I walk up to the person who posted it when she mocks me again, who can't even spell my name. "Learn to spell." I say flatly. As a result, they start making me feel insecure for the rest of the day. All I can do is ignore or retaliate. I really want to retaliate.
You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you, if I have to
I have to
Magic-spell you!
I was once a friend of those girls. I liked them for them, they liked me for me. Now they're showing their true colours. I wish I could spell them to be nice. But being in a world ruled by logic, I can't.
I glare at the two across the room. It's all right for them, they have each other.
Save him, please, just save him
My poor boy, my sweet, my brave him
Don't leave me till my sorry life has ceased
When all is said and done, I don't hate them so much as I wish they were still friends with me. Why did this have to happen?
Alone and loveless here, just the girl in the mirror
Just her and me, the Wicked Witch of The East
Now I'm feeling remorseful. Why did I say those things? But I miss them. I'm here, alone and friendless. All I have is that girl in the mirror, who stares at me reproachfully. I want to cry. I'm alone. They hate me, and I don't even know why. Am I so unlikeable?
...We deserve each other.
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