One last pirouette..!?...( behind the scenes)

"They used to call me delicate, graceful-like a ballerina lost in her own stage.
But every pirouette was a scream no one heard, every bow a funeral in disguise.
When I leapt into the air, a grand jeté, they clapped... never knowing I was already falling.
Now the stage is darker, blood instead of roses, silence instead of music.
I dance because they must watch, because they must never forget my name.
And whatever you do... don't forget the last page."

She knows better than you..be a good ballerina !?maybe..