Too literary-styled for my tastes, the entire point seemed to be "I hate my life". And the mention of skin color seemed like an after-market add-on. And since when are there not dark-skinned elves? Okay, so the dark-skinned elves I'm thinking of (the drow) are typically not such a nice race, but they are still elves nonetheless.
And, perhaps I'm simply cynical, but the ending seemed like it was either the narrator running away from home or committing suicide, and transforming the act in her own mind into an elvish metamorphosis.