Tragedy Unmasked
I wished for sympathy from the crowd in some way That a minor character might die in my play A supporting actress would cry her last chorus And I prepared to draw tears for the both of us I sought after sympathy from the crowd in some sense A soliloquy would reveal my morbid intent Then tear burned lenses would hold a reflection Curving their contempt towards my affection I coveted sympathy from the crowd in some fashion But she dropped to the floor before assumed "action!" Curtains now drawing, how should I act? The audience sees clearly, dry eyes intact I demand sympathy from the crowd at last Disbelief's broadcast came grouped in a gasp "This is not the tragedy, her character did not die! Only the mask that wears her, please stand by"