With smiles the angel does not heal my wounds,
I wander through shadows, where sorrow looms.
A dancer's light flickers under the glow,
Yet deep in my heart, it's the pain you don't know.
I twirl for the dream, for the life they adore,
But each coin I gather feels heavy with more.

A stripper’s soul, though adorned in delight,
Hides echoes of battles that vanish from sight.
You’d be a fine jewel in this fractured crown,
But still, I am tethered to the depths, feeling down.
In laughter and glances, the masks we all wear,
Conceal our true stories, our burdens we bear.

So dance I will boldly and sway to the beat,
But know in the silence, my heart feels defeat.
With smiles the angel cannot mend what I see,
In this shimmering world, I’m just longing to be.

Tomaž Jevšenak