Ballerina

Twirling

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.