Odd Shoes.

I'm going dancing,
I’m wearing odd shoes,
My dress is frayed at the hem from wear,
Surely it can handle one more tear?

I’m off beat, but going strong.
Because no one can know.
I stumble, then tumble,
Try get up real fast, but the dress is a mess.

The illusion of being held together is gone,
People can see, i must hide myself!
I’m ripped and torn, worst at the seam,
They had me as wrong as i had the shoes.. It seems.