AN: Sorry about all the weird ruler lines, but that was the only way I could get it to let me separate this into stanzas. If anyone knows a better way, please let me know.

I glare at her back,

the way the Wicked Witch must have

glanced at the girl Dorothy’s face

through a crystal ball.

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I wonder how the warts

have grown on my face.

how I am green and ugly now

and she is somehow beautiful.

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They look at me and think

that I am the evil one,

that I am the wicked,

that I want to ruin their lives.

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Oh, but I can never hurt her

the way she has hurt me.

she has taken love and friendship

and turned it to apathy and hatred.

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She twists my life away

in that childlike smile

and makes them all love her

they way they loved me yesterday.

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On nights I sob in my car

and I nearly veer off the road,

all I see are their faces together,

in the hazy crystal ball of my memory

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But oh, I am the wicked;

the way I spurn them,

curse their innocent fun

that has innocently destroyed me.

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I am alone in my tower

with my flying monkeys,

cursing her name to the skies;

but they love her still.

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The entire audience of this play

will see her as pretty, charming, naïve…

and I, the wicked one.

the cursed, the evil, the damned.

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Until the curtain falls,

and the water falls,

and all that is left of my nightmares

are the black robes still smoking on the stage.