The Ballerina
The Ballerina
She twirls and she dances
around and around
so graceful is she as
she moves to the sounds
The musics so pretty
not so unlike her
she spins and she turns
all around is a blur
she exists deep inside
the her that is she
never feeling the part
never risking being free
she hides as she stops
as darkness fills the stage
she is safe in the shadows
she lives in her rage
of a girl who's forgotten
though admired by all
she stays invisible
till once again they call
Then again she will dance
be what they want her to be
she acts her part well
she ensures they don't see
the girl who is dying
so deep deep inside
that must remain hidden as
she cries and she cries
the little girl from long ago
tried so hard just to love
the people so tall
looking down from above
so twirl little ballerina
remembers to never lose your pose
although in life you cant exist
there is always the shadows.
(c) Trizia2006
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