Count The Beat

by, Cassandra

One two count the beat.
Three four watch your feet.
Five six make it stick.
Seven eight you're doing great.
Nine ten begin again.

One:
That little voice speaks up again, whispering poison in my ear. "Honey, whatever do you think you're doing? You look ridiculous."

Two:
I stop in my tracks, because it's true. I stop my train of thought, because I'm alone. "Why shouldn't I be who I want to be?"

Three:
Because you're weird. You're strange. You have a unique view on the world. "Honey, stop. You couldn't change yourself if you tried... and we both know you won't."

Four:
I shake my head, and wonder why. Why can't I embrace my wild side? My sexy side? My "shut up and let me drive" side?

Five:
I start again, swaying slow, and close my eyes as the shadows flow. "Honey, whatever do you think you're doing? You look ridiculous."

Six:
I clench my fists and match the beat, scraping out the needed steps. "Why shouldn't I be who I want to be?"

Seven:
Because you're weak. You're tired. You have nothing worth standing up for yourself for. "Honey, stop. You couldn't change yourself if you tried... and we both know you won't."

Eight:
I shake my head and laugh aloud. Why shouldn't I embrace my wild side? My sexy side? My "shut up and let me drive" side?

Nine:
I let it flow and twist and turn and ignore the lies as the shadows churn. "Honey, whatever do you think you're doing? You look ridiculous."

Ten:
I crank the volume up to ten and feel just fine in my skin. "That's no reason for me not to be who I want to be."

Nine ten begin again.
Seven eight you're doing great.
Five six make it stick.
Three four watch your feet.
One two count the beat.

(A/N: another WIP that I dusted off and tried my best to finish. Basically, I've been stuck in a writing-rut and I'm using these WIPs as a way to try getting out of it.)