Broken Dreams.

I have a dream. 
To become a dancer.
Everyone tells me to go for it, dance all the time; that I'm good.
Yet, when I dance you give me a weird look.
Like I'm a insane person.
I have no confidence in myself anymore.
I want to just runaway, and dance for me, and only me.
Not for you, not for anyone.
Just me.
I don't wanna give up; 
Dancing is my dream.
I love it.
I'm scared to try though.
Afraid of all the judgement that is coming, all the laughs and jokes.
I won't be able to handle it.
My heart can't take being laughed at.
It's scared to death;
And so am I.