We can be foolish and say we don't envy each other,
But we are all a little bit of everything, rolled into one
and that's where we clash..

We are ballerinas
Perfectly aligned from our toes to our finger tips to our head
It’s peaceful but captivating
We dance as were floating on clouds
Or stuck in that dream that you don't want to be interrupted from..
But those beaming lights do complete us,
It puts those in spotlight who need to release pain,


We are stuck in that bubble,
Some easily can pop it,
as others use it as a shield


There is destruction, we stomp on destruction
We wear our spots because it represents what is unspoken,
It's a mystery, all unaware of each other,
Disguised with masks,
Paralyzed when someone dares to differ,
Crush those masks,
No rules implied
Slip away from the ecclesiastical..

Our lies are stuck,
Our mistakes return
Our hopes grow thicker,
Our begging shakes,
Our pain cries out,
Our threats tangle,
Is it tortuous that nothing slips through?
Do you have questions you want answered?
Every emotion connected in some way,
It's all so unclear..