Dancer

I'm young, graceful and free,
Dancing tranquil moves in my own way.
So strong and happy,
Dancing in beautiful ballet.
After seven years of working,
I spin around, every movement is perfect
The audience are quiet,
No clapping, just respect.
Respect for my practise,
I'm on my tip-toes,
finally i've got somewhere,
Just no one knows.
One-hundred mindless people staring,
Nothing spoken,
Then one of my poster fall from the wall,
And my mirage is broken.