I dance with happiness and enthusiasm
On stage with light focused on my eyes
I don’t see them, I feel them
I hear their applause and excitement
They call my name.
The music goes on
I hold on to the canvass, swinging back and forth
Flying through the air, landing on my foot.
The music died, lights turned off, chairs empty
I walk down the stairs, silence broken by my footsteps
Put off my mask and make up, my dress and my name.
The real dancer revealed, a scar on the face
Bleeding hands from hanging on the bars
I walked the lonely road at midnight
People say my name, talk about me…
When I pass them
They look but only once
Then go on with their business.
How I wish for yesterday
When I can dance my emotions
When I can commit mistakes
And yet be appreciated.
Now I live to dance with my mask
And be recognized as another
I don’t have my name anymore
They owned it as they owned my life.
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