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    Perfection: The Dance
    Part Two

    Dance they say
    I do
    Until my feet bleed
    My smile wide
    Never showing the pain
    Effortless they breathe
    We wouldn't expect anything less
    They praise
    I falter
    Miss a step
    Or two
    This isn't like you
    You are better than this
    You are meant to be perfect
    And nothing less
    My smile feels more like paint
    The dancer turned into the mine
    Mimicking the dance I've learned so well
    Concealing the mistakes with humor
    Make them laugh
    Make them think this was all part of the plan
    Never let them see the cracks in the paint