I danced without passion,
For I could not show passion as I did not belong here,
I could not bear the gazes piercing me,
I sang and twirled with my eyes shut,
Yet all I would hear are the cries of animals wanting to devour me.

I sang a pleasant melody,
As I danced gracefully across the stage,
Smiling at the audience with confidence I did not have.

But one man's eyes did not look animalistic,
Rather it seemed as if he understood me,
Could see right through me,
At the gate to my soul.

He understood that I was far from happy,
He understood my pain,
He felt my pain.

I smiled at myself with warmth,
Escaping the cries of animals,
Dancing to my full potential. 

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