Glinda's Remorse

A/n- This is the first in a series of Wicked poems I wrote during eight period history instead of my work! I haven't seen Wicked, so please be nice to me. BTW, each poem is in a POV of a different character. As always, review, and I don't own Wicked, the characters, or the songs.

If only, if only, my soul cries.

If only I had a heart.

If only I had a brain.

If only I had courage.

If only I could go home.

If I only had a heart I would have been a caring, compassionate peron. I wouldn't have been so cruel, so hurtful. I would have cared about what really counted.

If I only had a brain, I would think about things before I did them. I wouldn't have skipped her funeral. I would have mourned the wicked.

If I only had courage, I would have defended her. She did nothing to deserve that. I wouldn't have shyed away, afraid of the crowd, the cliche, the boy.

If only I could go home, home to Shiz, I would be a better me. I would learn from my mistakes. I would have been good enough to deserve what I got.

If only, if only, my soul cries.