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The Dance
Hear the music 
 Hear the laughter
 Hear the stories told
 Hear about love and happiness
 Watch as they dance, spin, and twirl
 Look at the colors, the smiling faces, the joy
 They go about as if nothing bad has ever existed
 As if joy and love is all they have known
 As if everything that has ever been made was made for the sole purpose of pleasure
 What about me, why I am stuck in a colorless world with only my sad thoughts to placate my mind
 What have I done, what can I do?
 A smile creeps onto my lips as I watch the scene
 But then quickly vanishes as I realize that will never be me
 I shall never join the colorful world
 I do not deserve this.
 I am here behind the wall 
 Forever stuck
 Never
 Ever 
 To come out
 Unnoticed, unseen, not concerned about
 I cry and weep as I watch the scene 
 Placing my hands on the cool barrier that blocks me from entering this world
 I scream I cry “Help me, save me”
 But my pleads go unnoticed, unseen, not concerned about
 Am I ignored or Am I just oblivious to them
 A face turn towards mine 
 I cry I plead “help me, save me”
 He frowns and then whispers
 “Only you can destroy the wall, only you can save yourself”
 He turns away and continues to dance
 What does this mean?
 Is it my fault I am here?
 Did I put myself here from my own sadness and my low sense of worth?
 Maybe I am worth it
 I too can enjoy the music, the love, the colors
 No longer my black world, this is not me
 This 
 Is 
 Nothing
 I place my hands onto the cool barrier once again
 My fingers stretch and my mind races
 I do belong
 I 
 Will 
 Belong
 My hands fall, for what was once there is not
 The barrier is gone
 I look down and I see color
 The man stretches out his hands
 And asks me to dance
 A tear slides down my cheek
 For once because of joy and not sorrow
 I fly across the room
 Colors and smiles blur together
 I am seen, I am heard, I am concerned about
 “This is me” I think
 This is what I will be
 Forever.

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