Her graceful feet are pointed,
Dashing across the stage.
Her beautiful art of dance
Begun at a very young age.
Since just a toddler,
She's dressed in all pink.
She was thrown into dance
With no need to think.
Her back atches in a curves,
Fluid and stunning.
She hides all her tears;
She'd rather be running.
Running away from the pain.
The sharp aches in her body.
She's been over-used.
All thank to Mommy.
Her bun is pulled far too tight.
It's hurting her head.
She feels so sick.
She feels like death.
The tights crush her limbs.
They cut off her circulation.
She's tired of her life.
She fakes determination.
Her body hurts so bad.
She's done with dance.
But will Mommy let her quit?
She doesn't stand a chance.
AN: This is dedicated to @ElizabethShadow for... well, she knows. :P
