A/N: So...here's a poem I wrote about Glinda. I really hope I am going to be able to give it to Christina DeCicco in person...Yep, you guessed it! On Saturday, September 1st, I am going to see the tour of WICKED!! YAY!!

And that is why I wrote this poem. Enjoy!!

Everybody always said that

Nessarose was tragically beautiful.

I have to admit, it’s true…

Her stunning beauty was always

over powered by that hideodeous wheelchair.

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Still, I believe that description fits me more.

I too have always been beautiful,

but nothing more than a

pretty face for the longest time.

I was only a puppet doing its master’s bidding.

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Elphaba once said she was beautifully tragic.

She had tremendous power, intelligence, and passion,

nevertheless, she was always shunned by society.

Partly because of her innovative ideas, but mostly because of her greenness.

She was twisted into something wicked by the same master who controlled me.

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Still, my story is also quite tragic – and it is my entire fault.

I’ve always had so much influence, but I never truly used it for good.

I used it for my own personal gain, and believed I was dying

If things didn’t turn out how I wished.

And in the end, nothing was right.

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Fiyero no longer loved me and was dead

Because I did nothing to protect him that fateful day.

Nessa’s death, too, was partly my fault.

Worst of all, for years I did nothing to prevent Elphie’s death.

It’s all quite horribly tragic, really.

A/N: Once again, I am unable to format my poems the way I want to. If the last stanza seems a bit dark; I am really sorry...I just wanted to emphasize how horrible Glinda feels after Elphie "dies". sniff

Please R/R!!

--But then I guess, we know there's blame to share, but none of it seems to matter anymore!!