My delicate pointe shoes

Balance on the tips of glass bottles

My callouses grow deeper

The longer I try to hang on

How can you feel so empty and tired

And be ready to explode with agony at the same time?

I chip at the mine in my head

Trying to find where it all went wrong

“A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor”,

Well I just want to jump in the water during the storm

An unsatisfied artist that can only see lines and flaws

And not the accomplished picture

16 years of sun on my skin and hope in my heart

But now I’m stuck in retrogressing development

The acid in my eyes

Stains, distorts, and dulls my reality

I can’t remember the sun on my skin

Or the electricity of my own heart beat

I long for the girl I once was

She was crafted from diamonds, sparkling and adamantine

Now I stand simply made of glass

And glass breaks at its most vulnerable point