Mockery: I started pulling my hair out.

Eventually, I was my own cynic.

The original immersion in this glorious sadness is only for herself,
Because she is the only human who has ever felt
And she swims alone.
Its a dramatism inherent in her messy heart
A passion for performance? Can it be both?
How much of this suffocating dance is for applause
And a showering of roses?