Based on Elphaba from Wicked.
I was born different
Different colored skin
People stared
But I did not care
For you see I had great powers
Powers I had not yet learned to control
I tried my best you see
To do good
But it ends in disaster
And I am left with the consequences
The punishments of my trying to save others
Why do good deeds end up being punished?
Why are good deeds stopped and replaced with trouble?
I guess I will never know
I guess I will always be the trouble maker
For people can not see the reasons behind why I do what I do
I guess that makes me the Wicked one
Why does trying to do good make me Wicked?
