The Passive Aggressive Dance Poem by Amateur Vagabond

The dance
so hidden
you wouldn't notice

Only we know the moves
I don't want to dance
I rather hate this dance

But watching from the sidelines
is a torture I cannot bare

So I dance to the music he makes
The melody of pain

Each twist, a knife to the back
each turn, a cut to the throat
And I
smile and twirl
a facade made of stone...which continues the dance

The dance no one sees
but he and I
on and on it goes
till the trophy resides in our hands..
No winner chosen