What is this Feeling?

Look at her.
Look at her.

Marching about, always angry,
Strutting around like she owns the place,

And the hideodeous black frock.
In another disastrous explosion of pink and fluff.

Does she even own any nice clothes?
Does she even realise how ridiculous she looks?

Still, at least I only have to see her at night,
I try to stay out of the room until dark,

And we can always have a have laugh at her over lunch.
Away from her idiotic friends, trailing behind her, mimicking that idiotic giggle-

I utterly loathe her
Hatred is not a strong enough word.


in case you didn't understand, italics is Elphaba and regular font is Galinda..

different kind of oneshot, hope you like it (: