Dancing in my bathroom without a care in the world. The music playing as softly as the world its self would turn. I am alone, myself, with a mirror reflecting the truth. Why can't I be this person without this close-packed space. I wish I could show the world the beauty behind the face. I know I'm something special, as everyone seems to say, but why can't I just let go and always act this way. Each arm is filled with passion, each foot with delicacy, my body bleeds of want, my face shows nothing but need. I'm eager for the coming move, and want to get it out. I am carefree, and daring, and filled with unwarranted clout. I made a vow through the coming move, that I would finally let go. I want to be able to let the world see the true Siera show. As I come to first position, with my arms down by my side, I hit the light switch open the door and scurry out with pride. I finally know who I'm supposed to be. It is very cool to know. I walk right to my mother to tell her I'm ready to go. She looks at me with a smile, and asks me what I want. Maybe I can take my vow and move it back a month.
