Who hides behind this mask of mine,
The one given at birth so fine,
The one who wishes to fit in,
Yet identity sticks like a pin.
Through dance she moves effortlessly,
And touches those who watch affectionately,
For it is here that she escapes,
To a place where life is no mistake.
Her hopes are high,
Her goals are grand,
But through it all,
She will withstand.
For she knows,
No matter what,
Dance will lead her,
Out of the rut.