Ballerina in a box
She's boxed up
Her emotions kept under lock
Mask firmly in place
Leaving no trace
She dances to their tune
Never granted a boon
She's breaking slowly
One day she’ll burst
And everyone will see her at her worst
But until then she’ll dance
With no one sparing her a second glance
Cause she’s a ballerina in a box
Until she drops
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