A Wicked Witches Lament

A Wicked Witches Lament

I'm a cruel bastard! I poison people with the same venom that infected me. The utter atrocities I've done! Hurting others with them! I share my pain; it acts like a contagious plague, afflicting others as well! I don't even know what I want by doing this...Definitely not sympathy! Maybe understanding? But I fear being understood! Ahh! I don't know anymore!

What I know is that I'm selfish. I find other's happiness a mockery to my pain. Disgusting, huh? I'm so embarassed about it! I feel like those fairytale Wicked Witches who hurt others because they themselves have issues. Like Snow White's Mom who is insecure since her little daughter is prettier. Like the Insecure Fairy in Sleeping Beauty who decided to ruin the royal family just because she didn't get a freaking invitation. Like Cinderella's Stepmom who just feel that no one else should be happy since her life sucks!

But do you really blame them? For acting thus, out of insecurities caused by high expectationed societies? Also, in the end, they are punished with more horrid atrocities! Cinder-gal's Stepmom got shamed and abandoned. The fairy, well I think she died, right? Snow White's Mom, well... her daughter tricked her to come to a wedding party then make her dance on red hot iron shoes until she died. Now isn't little Snowy sweet....

These people are humans too aren't they? Were they supposed to torture themselves by hiding their pain? Or do what they did in those fairytales? Either ways, the Social system tells them to suffer! And I feel for them... I feel like them... I Understand Them!

To my victims, I'm so very sorry. I'm ashamed of my inability to hide my pain. I'll try to wear to a more Opaque Mask from now on, that even the witch's disguises seem amateurish!