The Dance Poem by Valerie Anderson

I want to the dance.
And I had such a ball.
But after you danced with her,
you just stood there and watched me fall.

I feel so broken and torn apart.
You hurt me with your actions.
Taking out huge pieces of my heart.

How could you do this?
When you knew how I felt?
When I balled my hands in to tight fists.
And I sank to the floor and knelt.

I feel empty and hollow.
But when I ran out of the room,
You didn't even follow.
And ask what was wrong.