Ballerina

She's there dancing, is this just a dream
She's dancing and all I can see is her scream
No words spoken through her pursed lips
But I can see her words moving with her hips

Angry noises from soft toe taps
She's crossing the river without maps
Jumping through hatred without a sound
But her tears still hit the ground.

The frenzy slows and I can see the wear
As she reaches her hands toward the air
Mascara running with the pain
And all of this is done in vain.

She drops exhausted from the day
Soon she'd have to learn to be okay
And her memories sit with her on the floor
Because this is not the time to head for the door.