Behind this, lies weakness.

Behind this is someone who cared about what they said. They thought it wouldn’t hurt me, but they were wrong.

They are still wrong.

I hate them.

They judge me too quickly. They don’t care about what they’d find if they looked deeper.

If they tried to find the real me, maybe they would see the real me.

But they don’t try. They never did and they never will.

They made me this. They made me who I am.

I am the Wicked Witch of the West.