We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

A Dancer's Confession

I've learned to cry on the inside. To fake the smiles and the happiness. Dance was the one place where I didn't have to cry on the inside. The way I moved left the tears I built up wash the floor I streaked. I didn't have to pretend I was happy because I was. It was a way I can express myself without actually putting everything into words. My body told of stories that I didn't know the endings to. Dance did that for me. The girl with no emotions. Dance told of everything I forced not to feel. The things I naturally didn't feel and everything I actually did feel. Dance allowed me to tell it my every secret. And it promised me it wouldn't tell a single soul. Everyone just thought I was a good dancer. No one knew that within each step was evidence of my truths and lies. No one knew. Some felt what I was giving. But no one stopped to ask why they felt that way.