Should I ask them
As the curtains fall and the lights dim
Why my sadness filled their happiness to the brim
Why my misery made their teeth so sweet
Why this play was forever incomplete


Should I ask them why
As they cheer, as they stand and applaud
Looking at something so flawed
Savoring in my eternal defeat
The picture of nothing but deceit

Should I ask them
As their hands get tired and they slowly sit down
As the darkness engulfs me to drown
As my enemy slowly sits on the throne
Will my story ever be known