The Dance

Cynthia

Tingles in my stomach

Nerves of edge

Light-headed

 

The dance is tonight

No date

No friends to be with

 

Alone I will be

Will I be pretty enough?

Will I do my makeup right?

 

Nervous

Anxious

Panic has it's hands at my throat

 

Will I look ugly?

Fear deep in the pit of my stomach

I just want to be good enough

 

What if people laugh?

What if I fall or trip in my heels?

What if I mess up?

 

High school is so stressful

They'll all be watching me

Judging me

 

Their cruel eyes staring daggers into my back

Searching to find any mistakes

For any flaws

 

What if I got the wrong dress?

What will I do?

  • Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2018 12:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about how I'm feeling right now. I have a high school dance tonight and I'm worried I'll mess up.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • FredPeyer

    By the time you get this comment, Cynthia, your dance is either in full swing or already over. But this goes for any dance: Never worry about what others are thinking. Be yourself and be happy with yourself. That happiness will rub off on others! Somebody either likes you or does not like you, no matter what dress you are wearing.

    • Cynthia

      Thank you and thankfully my dance isnt for another 6 more hours

    • John Lee

      As you read this message, your dance is over now, but you're still dancing.. you now realize that all you had feared really didn't exist. Your makeup was perfect, you were beautiful, you hit every beat, you thought you made a mistake but the mistake was trying to dance someone else's dance before it even started. When it started, you danced your dance perfectly. It was your dance, you were you.

    • Lorna

      You were the dancing queen darling!

      • Cynthia

        🙂 thank you

      • Carmine Branco

        Every step will speak of you and every move shall be a heart beat in someone's heart. Your grace will mesmorise your enemies and your true being shall glow more than the stars in the sky. Be happy my child. You are an eternal beauty and you will be blessed forever.



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