I wish I owned The Phantom of the Opera. But I don't.

She saw me.

She saw the real me.

And she was frightened.

I could see it in her eyes

as she held my mask in her hands.

I saw her tears.

O, how I raged!

And O, how I shouted!

I saw her tremble.

I screamed at her:

"Look at me! I am Don Juan triumphant!"

I twisted my fingers in her hair.

O, more I raged!

I begged her to take of this other mask I surely wore!

I dug her nails into my face.

She saw me.

She saw the real me.

And she was frightened.