Glitch

(Vanellope is in the Fungeon)

It hadn't worked before

Today because of my annoying twitch.

They called me horrid names

Like "reject," "weirdo," "freak," "mistake" – and "glitch."

The racers broke my kart

And drove my sense of hope into a ditch.

This time I thought my plans

Would probably go off without a hitch,

But I was wrong again.

I never thought that Ralph could be a snitch.

That's why I'm locked up here

And treated like some sort of dirty witch.

I want to scream, "What's wrong

With being me? I'm more than just a glitch!"

But no-one listens here –

They walk on and ignore me when I twitch.

I think back on this day,

This crazy day when fortunes seemed to switch.

I had a friend in Ralph,

The one person who didn't call me "glitch."

I really loved his kart –

If I was being kind, I'd call it "kitsch."

He taught me how to drive

So that I was able to scratch this itch

To get out, hit the road

And maybe win a trophy, and be rich.

But then he sold me out

And crushed my hope again – the little snitch.

But then, if this game broke

Because of me, they'd throw it in a ditch.

I guess he had a point –

I'd only bring bad luck, like a Black Witch.

I wish that I could race.

I wish I could be more than just a glitch.

I wish I was happy.

That won't happen, because I'm just a glitch.