Pandemonium

fail better

She revolves and spins, the epitome of dance,
Putting all of us in a spellbound trance.

She's like a blur of beige and pink.
It's so easy - at least that's what she makes me think.

The teacher looks delighted when she's finished.
But then she always does, as she is the perfect image,

Of what a ballet dancer should be.
The same, I'm afraid, cannot be said for me.

But this time, I believe that I'll like a rotating top,
And my teacher will be clapping by the time I stop.

I have it all in my head, a hopeful vision,
But when the teacher calls me up, I can only hope I do it with precision.

In that moment, I notice all eyes watching.
And suddenly the move seems reading for botching.

But still, I hold my head up high and stand up straight.
Second thoughts? Not now, it's far too late.

So I imagine myself doing it perfectly,
And I begin to spin - albeit fearfully.

For a moment, I am on top of the world.
My joy sky high as I twirled

But my happiness was ended abruptly.
As I slipped and fell promptly.

My cheeks flushed as their laughs fill the room.
Every inch of me wished to flee this doom.

But I climbed to my feet and tried again.
I would not let them be my bane.

This time however,
I would fail far better.

Yay!
And uplifting poem!
Yeah, I wanted a happy poem before we stray into darker territory. The next poems will be in third person as they will not have happened to me. All poems in third person follow that rule.
Anywho, my updates will probably slow down, considering how little time I have to write poems now... So yeah,