Dancing Alone.
My heart is an empty room, echoing with the silence of love I may never know. I crave closure, yet I am the one who shuts the door. I speak little, and what I feel stays caged inside a storm no one has ever seen. My loves are born and buried in my mind, my relationships begin and end in the shadows of my own thoughts. I have forgotten the taste of true love, forgotten the warmth of being held without fear it will fade. I am the diary of many, but the page no one writes on. The strong one, the listener, the one who never shows weakness. I stand for everyone,and now — no one stands for me. I dance alone,too tired to keep spinning, yet too proud to fall. I dance alone in an empty room,with music only I can hear. And when the song ends... I will still be standing here, because what else is left but me?