My grandmother always told me what a graceful girl I was

She told me when I danced

I was so delicate and poised

That I was as light as the wind in a meadow

Little did she know

That beneath my lace tutu

And the silk ribbons in my my hair

Beneath my gorgeous smile

And my polite nature

All my gracefulness faded away

It never dared to venture past my tiny fingertips

And attempt to dance

Alongside my firey soul

No,

Inside I was not graceful

Inside sadness and anger dwelled

And most of all restlessness

And restlessness is not concerned

About being in control

Restlessness is not concerned

About being graceful

Therefore my careful head

Betrays my wild heart

Time and time again

And I wait for the day

My heart decides to stand its ground

I wait for the day

My good behavior falls away

I wait for the day

My proud grandmother

Gasps in shock

And shrieks in dismay

When she sees who I truly am