The Crying Ballerina

by Chaos   Nov 20, 2009


Just sitting here in my tut,
Black lines down my tear streaked face, looking in the mirror
'So pale, who's that girl staring back at me?'
Looking down I see a line of blood,
Then a memory flashes, I remember my grandmother telling me Tun Sie, was Sie und es hervorquellen trumen und tun Sie es mit Ermittlung!' before she died.
I then thought 'Why am I doing this?' then the things people are telling me are coming back.
Why did I half be how I am?
Why do they pick on me?
I am finally feed up, I get off this flower.
I got the video camera and said Dieses ist der letzte Tanz, dem ich für Sie Leute tun werde. Sehen Sie Sie im Afterlife.' Then I begin the final dace for the people how picked on me. The last important move the spin, then as im spinning I grab the gun then........*BANG*.... I know no more.
I meet my grandmother at the gate of heaven, even though I was a lost soul I was able to go in the gates.
Know I am watching over someone so much like me that I help them in every way not to end up like me....The Crying Ballerina.

The German Translation:
1.Do what you dream and do it well and do it with determination!
2.This is the last dance that I am going to do for you people. See you in the afterlife

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 14 years ago

    by Chaos

    Thanks for writing and commenting on my poem