As the music played,
She moved gracefully moved to the beat,
She wondered why she was her putting on a show for the audience,
When her life was a comedy,
Nothing could hurt her anymore,
The verbal abuse,
The feeling if neglect never left her that day,
She felt utterly alone in that room pervaded with people looking at her with awe,
As she danced her sorrows away,
Pointe,
Jump,
Don't fall as she repeated to herself,
Trying to convince herself she needed this,
As she lost her breath once more as she looked in the crowd,
Noone there to cheer her to make her feel like she wasn't alone,
She dance faster as the song seemed to reach its peak,
She slowly bowed,
As they cheered her the curtains pulled,
As she wiped the tears that threathened to prickle her face.
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DREADED WORDS // LETTER COLLECTION
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