I have probably written 3 poems in my life. So be kind. :))

 The room is bright as the night is stark       

And I dance and twirl in an empty space

in front of windows deep and dark. 

You are out there with eyes on me

But I will not stop or slow down

I'll keep spinning round and round.  

I am ashamed of what I betray

Of what you see and what you know

It frightens me to think what you might say

But my dance is not for show.

The spectacle is yours because you watch 

 And I have no where else to go.  

The End

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