The smell of sweat- My tears as I’m slowly dancing, 

A young child on stage, early practice, lowly dancing.

Mother says “Ballet is what makes a girl solely happy.

Nothing else matters but when you’re wholly dancing.”

In my heart, mind, and soul, my holy trinity,

I knew deep down I wasn’t made for rolely dancing.

“The choice is yours to release the betrayal within”

Still the curtains will rise upon my folly dancing.