No! No! NO!

What is going on with my life? Which madman put the pieces of my existence together? Love is misshapen into loathing, care is distorted into hatred; everything good twists in on itself and shrivels up in confusion when I approach. Who is she? Who is this freak of nature that dares to think she may harness us? No chance. No chance. We work for perfection- we accept only flawless beings. Not such a distortion in this land. You may not approach. We will not work for you.

My web of despair just grabs more as soon as I reach out to them… a warm touch just reels them in to their destruction. Why must my life be so? I serve as a weapon against mankind, a monster! No better than those who encourage me to be as I am!

I can try to fight it. I can try to run. But I can't escape myself. Oh, madness has stalked me since the day I was born, since my lips dragged in my first breath of cold air, selfishly, needlessly. A waste of other people's life, why must I still exist? Yet I do not have the courage to end it. Of course not. Oh, I can convince myself I'm a fighter, that I'm strong, but why should I be? Weak. Helpless. Can't resist the screeching in my head, just crying at me; the idea has grown, festered, spread like a fungus, calling out my name, my new name, telling me, ordering me…

Give the people what they want, I was told.

Fine then. You can have a witch.

Just don't expect Elphaba to ever come back.