Dancing

Most people that die
Do it and go
As if choreographed
For a dance recital.

So I don't know why
I'm here.

I must have missed
The dress rehearsal,
Because my shit is not
Choreographed.

So many go
Too young. Unready!
When I would gladly give
Myself for them.
And that's not brave.
That's cowardly.
But I'm so beyond finished,
I don't even give a damn.
So I pivot when I should plié,
And I straddle when I should split,
And I twirl so much that I don't know where I am!

And I'm not even a dancer.

But I would give my life
For someone else's.
I know that for a fact.
So judge me, hate me,
Cut me and stab me.
You can't do any worse to me
Than I've done to myself
Whilst dancing.