Emerald City for me is the place

The place where I can face

Where I can face life

My life with no strife.

Yet the constant green

The green's glorious sheen,

The sheen reflects on me its glow,

Glows on me a forbidding shadow.

Now my heart lurches as I realize

Realize how alienated I am

I am in my own lonely world

World where I am no pearl.

Now I look at the city with fear

Fear for the people I shed no tear.

Tears that could kill me, although I hope,

Hope that I could learn to cope.

But as I look back on my past

I see many things I have yet surpassed.

Surpassed by my own means

Means to change my skin from its many greens.

Hated now by my once family and friends,

Friends whose friendship that easily ends.

I wonder why my good deeds turned bad,

For now I am constantly mad.

I now defy gravity and fly in the sky,

Upon my broomstick I lie.

No longer am I put to the test,

My name is Elphaba, and I am the Wicked Witch of the West!