2007-04-01 10:52 p.m.
I'm Not That Girl
I'm Not That Girl from the musical Wicked
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy...
But I'm not that girlDon't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy...
But I'm not that girlEvery so often,
We long to steal to the Land of What-Might-Have-Been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back inBlithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome - she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl...
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows I'm not that girlDon't wish
Don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so...
I'm not that girl.
This is part one of two segments I want to write, after having been away on my spring break.
Last week while home from school, I finally got to go and see the broadway musical Wicked, about the Wicked Witch of the West "before Dorothy dropped in." I'd read the book when I was nine years old, and have always been strongly attached to it and its characters.
Elphaba, the Witch herself, has always been one of my favorite characters. Even if her ending is less than happy, at least she stays true to herself and has more courage than I ever have.
"I'm Not That Girl" is one of my favorite songs from the album for a variety of reasons. Rejection, hopeless wishing, the realization that no matter what you do you'll never be good enough...
I could go on about this forever.
I've always been shy. Growing up, it was better not to be noticed. Being noticed meant that pain of some sort was imminent. From being hit or screamed at by my mother, to being teased and tortured on the playground, I learned a long time ago that being noticed is not something to seek out.
How easily my desires contradict with my instincts. I've wanted to perform onstage for ages. Particularly since I became a huge fan of Broadway musicals. Thing is, I don't sing, dance, or otherwise perform for people. I freeze up.
"Wishing only wounds the heart."
Truer words have not been spoken, written, sung, or otherwise communicated.
Which brings us to the second part...(but since I name each entry after a song which I start it with, it's going to be in another entry :P) Back | Older | Current | Next
