A/N: This is a Poem based on the play Wicked. It's from Fiyero's perspective and it's written to Galinda, kind of like a letter. The whole thing is basically the play through his eyes. R&R please!

Great big thank you to TaylxBayl and Bombalurinasara for correcting my mistake!

It Was Never You

You did try to do good,
I'll give you that
But you were still greedy
You had everything
You had a loving mother and father
You had crowds of friends
You had countless admirers
Yet you still wanted more
She had nothing
Her mother was dead
Her father hated her
Her sister thought her to be inferior
She was laughed at or feared by everyone
She just wanted one thing
Recognition
You both wanted it,
Long before I entered the picture
You wanted it because you were self-centered
You wanted to be loved and worshiped
She wanted acceptance
She just wanted freedom
Freedom from the bonds society put on her
Then, I came
You instantly attached yourself to me
You sent Boq to Nessa to get rid of him
It was the right thing to do,
But the wrong reason
Nessa liked Boq, but he was blind
Blinded by you
You constantly led him on
Because you had me
I liked you at first
Because you were beautiful
I was blind to the important things
The first thing I ever truly saw,
Was an elderly goat,
Being dragged off by two men
And small lion cub
Trapped in a "cage"
I don't know why I helped her
It's possible I never will
But I'm glad I did
She opened my eyes
And she saw past my mask
My carefully constructed façade
She was the first person I let see the true me
After that,
Every tree,
Every chalkboard,
Every blade of grass,
Had her face
I couldn't get her out of my mind
She was stuck there
And she still is
And I wouldn't have it any other way
After I heard what had happened in the Emerald City
I had to get the job of Captain of the Guard
I had to be the one to find her
I had to tell her
You came back and clung to me even more
Deep down, I hated that
That's why I left with her
I didn't love you
I never really did
When I saw her held be those two guards,
I lost it
I proved how much more she meant to me
By turning my gun on you
I am truly sorry I did that
But I was desperate
As I hung on that pole,
My skin turning to cloth,
I mentally apologized
And thanked her a million times
She saved my life
I would have died
After I was freed,
I sent the note with instructions
And three days later,
I saw her again
That was the happiest moment of my life
Until now
As I look at my first daughter
Galinda