*lol*, hold on let me see....
but, look...
Really not about dance to a beat
But do something unorthodox,
Raising up the heat
Most will be against it
But you must make them see
What you are doing
Is meant to be
Here’s the starting of your story...
Danced a dance you think you can’t complete
You take a dominant risk with every step of your feet
There’s no one else to criticize but yourself
Don’t care of the consequences
You’ll do your best to stand tall to the very last beat
They all halt their procedures
Their eyes are fixed upon you
As you command your body to twist
Disgust and resentment are intertwined within the mist
Some shout, as others throw up their fist
Slowly spin in circles to look each in the eye
See no change, but won’t allow yourself to cry
That would reflect a flaw
Causing them to laugh, shift, and walk on by
Instead of enchanting them
With your attempt at a new all time high
Having enough, the crowd abducts you with their rough hands
And eject you from the dance ball
Wet grass and broken glass
Are what you feel at the end of your fall
Routine-like, you rise, give the finger to them all,
And spin on your broken heels, heading back to your dorm hall
Enter and throw out rants against the wall
Progress to your bedroom window to make a silent call
Walk rather sluggish, over to your bed
Stomach protesting, for it hasn’t been fed
Memories of recent events swarm through your head
Won’t stop until what I’m exclaiming is clearly read
Before you drowned in unconsciousness
That is exactly what you said
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