Music Box Ballerina

She stands inside her music box,
She dances for all to see,
But the one thing they don't notice-
She's longing to be free.

Thin and gentle, delicate and small,
Her perfection makes them sigh,
She shows them all a smile so bright,
But inside she wants to cry.

Trapped in her box, nowhere to go,
She hasn't got a choice.
All she longs for is to get out,
But her pain hasn't got a voice.

Her arms are growing weary-
From holding the perfect pose,
Her body's getting tired-
From standing on her toes.

Inside herself she's screaming
To make them stop the show,
She's tired from performing-
But they can never know.

She stands inside her music box,
She performs for all to see,
A break is all she's asking for,
But wait ... that dancer's ... me.

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