Under the Gun

Her eyes told a story that not a single soul knew...
But the bits and the pieces remained askew,
Amongst a few.
The curtains had closed, and the audience aplaus
Echoed through the theatre, she knew them all.
Each single one.
Convinced, they clapped, and cheered as she screamed
Inside of her head, she was merely a fiend.
Some would say better off dead.
She opened the curtains for one final bow,
Their cheers and their banter stroked her ego-
While she raised her brow.
In curiosity of what may happen next,
What would her next story be? And would it be the best one of her future legacy?
She deemed them insane, while she was the one
Who was mentally unstable
And under the Gun.