Perfectly she spins and sways
While the masses sing her praise
Each step written and carefully planned
Choreographed by another’s hand
Day in, day out she dons that smile
Just a prop for quite awhile
Part of the costume she’s forced to wear
To save them all from her despair
They’d all flee if they saw inside
So she pushes it deep, and then she hides
Locked far away within her soul
A little girl she can’t control
She cries and begs and pleads to be freed
But the dancer keeps dancing, fulfilling their greed
The little girl whispers “please let me out”
But her voice is unheard among all the shouts
Eagerly the dancer performs on command
Ignoring the little girl’s need to expand
The melody continues, new expectations to fill
No life, no liberty, no freedom of will
A prisoner to their selfish delights
Too weak to stand on her own and fight
So she keeps dancing till the music fades
But the end of the song is the end of her days
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