I'm spinning around and around.
In a room, lots of people.
Shy and timid, I don't think much of myself.
Somehow I gather up the courage to speak.
My face turns red, eyes lowered, staring at the ground
But I did it
Twirling
My apathy falls to the ground.
In a room, lots of people.
I speak again, more sure of myself.
I look up a few times
Twirling
My low self-esteem and melancholy fall to the ground.
In a room, lots of people
I speak with confidence, I own my words.
direct eye contact
My shyness and self-loathing falls to the ground, my confidence grows.
Twirling
I am a ballerina
I'm not stifled and stagnant anymore,
I'm not torn and forlorn.
I'm free.
