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The talking stops

The curtains rise

And the I see

Their staring eyes



Staring eyes

On only me

But what is it

They really see



Can they see the pain it took

To make it up to now

Will they still remember me

After my final bow



Will they go home and speak of me

To even a single friend?

Do they know the hurt I went through

To make it to the end?



Do they just see a dancer

Dancing on a stage?

Or can they read my feelings

As if written on a page?



Can they see my thoughts?

Am I saying them out loud?

Through kicks and jumps and twirls

In front of staring crowd



All the things I'm thinking of

I've thought the whole way through

Through hours of considering

Just what I had to do



Years of pain and practice

To make me what I am

But with their eyes upon me

I don't know if I can



But now my dance is over

I've made it to the close

I stop thinking thoughts and worries

That no one ever knows



It's quiet for a second

And then they all stand up

The claps and hoots and whistles

Fill the whole room up



Looking back on what I've done

I really don't know why

Why thinking of what I had to do

Made me want to cry



I really didn't do that bad

In fact I did quite well

But all the things I thought at first

I never plan to tell



Shhhhhhh!