The ballerina
The ballerina was such a happy girl
And her life was such an amazing thing
Her days were all full of light and enjoyment
Dancing to the rhythm of her breathing
Everything turned into music in her ears
Making her reenact all the feelings she could grasp
The ballerina had lots of incredible friends
Each one of them outstanding and unique
In their own quirky ways and mannerisms
So the ballerina performed several dances
Every time she was with them
To entertain them all at all times
And she did it flawlessly
That was the meaning of her life on Earth
To bring happiness to people through her dancing
Until the day she woke up in the morning
And looked at herself in the mirror
Her dress was ripped and her hair was all messed up
Her skirt was the wrong color and she was fat
That’s when the poor ballerina realized
When she thought her friends were having fun with her
They were not having, they were making
And all the ballerina had built to herself
Crumbled with her tears of despair
And as the pieces of the mirror came down
A new life was born to the ballerina
Where the scars she now bared would be her trophies
To the promise she made to her dropping blood
She would never again need the validation of others
Her dancing would be happening within
To her own enjoyment and pleasure
The poor ballerina is now lost within her madness
Running wild through the nights of the city
Not a single friend came to her aid
But that is totally understandable
After all, the dead can’t see or do a thing
Not even her lopsided smile in the dark
