The princess glides across the dance floor
On the tips of her toes
Barely touching the ground,

She is not dancing, no, she is not so simple
The princess is flying, free, forgetting
That eventually, she will fall

Her legs will begin to shake
After hours of torture, her feet will swell
In the shoes two sizes too small

Her ankles will crack under the pressure
But she will keep dancing
The princess cannot let anyone see
The pain that she is in, after all,

Beauty is pain,
But pain is not beautiful