Just sitting here in my tutu,
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 träumen und tun Sie es mit Ermittlung! ' before she died.
I then thought ‘Why am I doing this? ' then the things people are saying behind my back are coming back.
Why did I have to be who I am?
Why do they pick on me?
I am finally feed up, I get off this floor.
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 who picked on me. The last important move the spin, then as I'm 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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem