Dry Tears

We mourn the loudest
when there is an audience
So everyone can hear us
Claiming no one else cares

When the ovation stops
And no one is there
Things suddenly become clear
How much we don't care

Pretense to a sinister motive
Or perhaps a pitiable one
Emotions without substance
Luring those innocent bystanders

Our eyes may be swollen
But our hearts feel nothing
Ever widening the gap
Between what's real and what's not