~ The Beautiful Dancer ~ |
It's so funny to me. when I was a kid I couldn't wait to grow up. I wanted to be a pretty dancing lady. Just dancing away the nights in those pretty party dresses. Having a good old time, people around me everywhere. Having parties all the time, me and all my friends. How is it though that I was always so shy, so very timid? Scared of darn near everyone and everything. No way could I have ever gone into the middle of a room and let the real me go. Let my real heart and soul jump right out, and let the real personality of me rip right out and transform me into that pretty dancing lady in one of those beautiful party dresses. Quiet me, reserved me, the not pretty one. One personality living in the heart and mind of another personality. Even now though, I look into the mirror and I say that is not the real me. But you know, we all have secrets, wishes, and dreams. It seems to me, as long as we know who we really are inside, thats all that really matters. I still am who I am. I am that pretty dancing lady in the beautiful party dress. The rest of the world doesn't know it. All that really matters is that I have indeed, always been what I wanted. I have been all I ever wanted to be right inside of me! |
Written by: S.Matheson 10/18/2004 |
