Poem: Dying to dance

You stand in class
debating weather you'll pass.
Look into the mirrors,
what do you see?
Eyes of deception looking your way,
poking fun at your imperfections.
There is no pride.
You want to ride the train
down the path of pain
in pursuit of satisfaction.

You're dreams at night are haunted
and you are taunted with fright.
You are sick in fustration
with the pain of desporation.
You know you're not good enough.
Its not fair
but who cares?

You've paid the dabt
of wanting me instead of a pet.
There are somethings you'll always regret.
You are dying to dance
please lets not forget.

You get compliments of distraction.
You stand with tears of missdirection.

You reach for a star
but your body is drained
and you are no more
dancing in the darkness to hide the shame.
You dance no more for fear of blame.