Wicked

Born into a cruel world
Hated cause I'm not a son,
An embarrassment to the world
My life has yet to begun

I never wanted this
Why would I chose this skin?
I'm sick of the torment
No one sees the beauty within

But little sis is perfect
She does nothing wrong
A beauty to the eye,
I shall never belong

My heart has turned to stone
Filled with only anger and hate
Laughter replaced with a cackle
Evilness is my sole fate

I learned the ways of magic;
Taught myself to fly
Casting fear into everyone
I make them perish and die

Everything was perfect
Until the Brat came
She stole the slippers
Now Oz will never be the same...

*I'm reading "Wicked" and I thought it would be interesting to write in the view of the wicked witch*