There once was a ballerina
So dainty, so delicate
She lived for order
She wanted to be perfect
She lived life
In black and white
Scared of wandering into areas, grey
She lived her life in black and white
Until she started feeling confused one day
Strange feelings were born
Inside her organizing mind
They left her feeling lost
They left her undefined
So, she tried to tell
Someone how she felt
But they left her alone
With a heart like stone
And a reputation like hell
Everything she had worked for
Was broken into bits
Creating a mess
Out of the perfectionist
So she danced alone
'Til courage grew again
And she gathered her guts
And made a friend
[This poem is about the main character from my book, Perfectly Certain]
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The Mixed Bag
PoetryMixed Bag - Something that has both good and bad parts. This is my mixed bag of poetry from the mixed bag that is my mind. Highest Ranking: #415 in Poetry [May contain dark content. Read at own risk.]
