The Crying Ballerina Poem by Jamie Drake

Just sitting here in my tutu,
Black lines down my tear streaked face, looking in the mirror
‘So pale, who's that girl staring back at me? '
Looking down I see a line of blood,
Then a memory flashes, I remember my grandmother telling me ‘Tun Sie, was Sie und es hervorquellen träumen und tun Sie es mit Ermittlung! ' before she died.
I then thought ‘Why am I doing this? ' then the things people are saying behind my back are coming back.
Why did I have to be who I am?
Why do they pick on me?
I am finally feed up, I get off this floor.
I got the video camera and said ‘Dieses ist der letzte Tanz, dem ich für Sie Leute tun werde. Sehen Sie Sie im Afterlife.'
Then I begin the final dace for the people who picked on me. The last important move the spin, then as I'm spinning I grab the gun then...
*BANG*...I know no more.
I meet my grandmother at the gate of heaven, even though I was a lost soul I was able to go in the gates.
Know I am watching over someone so much like me that I help them in every way not to end up like me...The Crying Ballerina.

The German Translation:
1.Do what you dream and do it well and do it with determination!
2.This is the last dance that I am going to do for you people. See you in the afterlife