Drama Advisor

I had a quite odd dream last night;
it's setting was backstage.
Oh! How did I flip on Mrs. Esposito;
I was in a hardcore rage.

I asked her why she hated me,
but she denied it as a lie.
I told her she should tell the truth,
then ran off as I cried.

Then you came and talked to her,
telling her she was wrong.
You told her I was nice to her,
yet we didn't get along.

She told you it was you who was crazy,
because she was so nice.
You told her she couldn't get it,
so to take some quick advice.

And so you politly stated,
"Treating people unbiased is easy enough to do,
so why can't you at least give it a try?
Maybe one day the receiver will be you?"

She rolled her eyes and walked away,
refusing to accept it.
To fight the cause would get no where,
so why bother throwing a fit?