I used to dance, yes,
In front of a crowd, I couldn't care less.
A poem in which every movement is a word,
and each motion is an emotion shared.

But everything has changed,
when I started to listen to the painful remarks backstage.
A wave of embarrassment,
everything became an impediment.

Seems like they're slowly pinning me down,
all the confidence had just drowned,

and so I stopped dancing around.

Staring at a blank space,
Physically tired,
Mentally awake,
Lost in your own facade world,
A perfect escape from reality,
A place where no one can hurt you,
No one can judge you,
No one can make you cry.

No one, but yourself.