At Last

Since I was four, I love the dance floor. For years, people doubted me. All I wanted is to be the best that I can be. Foolish of me, I listened. How I allow this to happened? I force myself to believe, maybe its not for me. Maybe I should let it be. But in reality, I couldn't let go. Three years have gone by. I learned to never say good-bye. I am still here. At last, there are no more tears.