The audience waits, watching
Spectators, filled with guilt
Inner thoughts, selfish, obvious
Sometimes, they clap, complain
They are addicted to themselves

They're chemically unbalanced
Sorry for living, too dramatically
Involved with others, themselves
Seeing only themselves in the show
The chemical addition of the mind

Time creeps by, the audience fickle
Sexually active, but too immature
Indirectly not living their lives
*******, covered from head to toe
Ten up and ten down, going wild

The show becomes the crowd
Strong vibes blanket, caught in a mob
Interesting only from a distance
Scholarly pursuits, a hidden interest
Their intelligence, their walls

There are no glass mirrors here
Shards all broken, taken down
Internal debates, lost to internal desires
Scandalous hearts, one and all
Their interests only on themselves

Together they all, looking they fall
Seeking enlightenment, reflecting
In joy, looking only at themselves
Sought, entertainment found,
This circular logic too personally bound

Then, a surprise, embarrassing
Sound, a not from the crowd
I see you, exclaims the actor, now
Sickened, the audience pound
Thumping feet, fists threaten

The people bring down, violent
Seating, throwing chairs, erupting
In the stands, the audience mobs
Spectators outraged to be seen
Truly, for how they are

This, ranging of emotion
Swinging from extreme to other
Intrinsically addicted to themselves
Seen stripped and naked
Tortured, arrogant in pride

Thinking it's personal
Something their own
Individually, the same as the rest
Seen not independent
They are the mob