Music-box Ballerina

She stands inside her music box,
She dances for all to see,
But the one thing they don’t notice -
She’s longing to be free.

Thin and gentle, delicate and small,
Her perfection makes them sigh,
She shows them all a smile so bright,
But inside she wants to cry.

Trapped in her box, nowhere to go.
She hasn’t got a choice,
All she longs for is to get out,
But her pain hasn’t got a voice.

Her arms are growing weary -
From holding the perfect pose,
Her body’s getting tired -
From standing on her toes.

Inside herself she’s screaming,
To make them stop the show,
She’s tired from performing -
But they can never know.

She stands inside her music box,
She performs for all to see,
A break is all she’s asking for,
But wait ... that dancer’s ... me.