A Dancer, I Reckon

Alienated

Who I am is underappreciated.

I said, come, dance with me

This place is too colourful for us to be so standstill

Dance to my song – I wasn’t always this happy

Dance to our song – I was never this free

I’d like for us to dance and dance and dance till we pass out

If that’s okay with you. I want everything to be okay with you.

But you exuded boredom to my face

And suddenly I was a star without its glow

My head was filled with rage

I worked too hard for these dance steps to be forgotten

Your face looks familiar – like a useless man I am destined to avoid

I knew I deserve a better dance partner.

Slowly I isolated myself away from you,

But my foot is still tapping though

Under the spotlight, I am alone on this dance floor

Swirling my way through the song

My body moves to his soothing voice

My hair jumps along to his fancy riffs

“Yoouuu are noooot tooo blaaaammme foooorrrr.” I know, T.

Make him leave me alone.

Black never look so bleak

And in rainbows, I never felt so well.

I am in the wrong place but at the right time

I could leave and I could be a quitter.

Everyone around me walked away when the music ends.

So I hit replay,

And I knew I want to dance again.

This poem is originally published on Eksentrika, written by me.