It seems everywhere i go there r mirrors. Of coarse they r there to show how we look in our performance but then i thought something. Wht if the mirrors one n only job is to show us wht we really r? If tht is the case then they can see past the lies people put around themselves for their own purposes. When rushing thru the hallways, the mirrors will always catch tht glimps of us as we past by, revealing evry detail n evry truth in our soul. But how do u prove to someone tht u r real when there r no mirrors around to show the truth neverything seems against u? This question has been thru all of us at least once, but has anyone truly found the solution. N how can u trust those around u when the mirrors r not present. Some accuse, some belive, n some would completly surpass it all together. With the power of the mirror, is it possible to use as a weapon? The only thing tht is certain is tht anyones tru self appears on the reflection of the glass. The Mirrors see evrythin.
Dancing is my adrenaline. The movement of the beat impowers me on such a level tht i anticipate each new day in hopes of returning to the floor. I am many personas when it comes to dance. I am a robot during rehearsal, seein n performin all the new things my mentors show me. I am beauty when dancing side by side wit my reflections shown in the mirrors around me showing flawless perfection. I am a dancing junkie in the clubs, getting high off of the cheers n wonderin eyes as i show them tempting entertainment. I am a confessor in the Spotlight, expressing my story to the spectators tht r hidden under the blindin light. They understand and pour me wit anxious applause. I take my bow at the unknown wit such confidence, knowing tht nuthin will evr compare to it off the stage. My heart is in the Spotlight.