Seclusion

In a crowded room. 

A wonderfull marvel!

To be so close to those who know nothing of the truth--

Of the fact that I am the madman running the show.

From my perch so perfectly placed above the clouds

I can see 

The Fake

The Weak

The Lost.

To help them is quite simple really--

Just pull a string hear 

loosen one there.

But why bother?

It is perfect really, already.

How could it not be?

I am runnining it

Until I see fit to end the tragety,

Where the hero always dies,

The girl is never saved,

The villian never defeated,

A massacre always prevails.

Reality in full.

Can't say I don't feel bad sometimes 

But what's a bit of suffering when it's all for good fun?

Feel free to close your eyes for the remainder of the play princess. 

You would not be the first,

And you certainly will not be the last.