Music Box Ballerina

Hands in the air,
Spinning around,
Stuck to a pedestal,
Lost in the sound.

Why am I here?
Can’t anyone see?
I need to get out,
I long to be free.

Trapped in a box,
I perform to amuse;
They watch and they mock,
They jeer and abuse.

So I keep pretending
And dance with a smile;
When the music winds down
I can dream for a while.

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