On point

Critisism.

It can really pierce right into you.

Statements.

It is the truth. No matter how much it hurts. They are like comments non sugar coated, serve to you raw on a plate.

"You do not have an arch."

That was what my ballet teacher said to me last Monday.

That sentence itself, penetrated right into me. Like a sword sharpen to perfection in order to make sure it really hurts.

From that day, i vow that I shall never ever hear those words coming out from my teacher's mouth ever again.

I don't have an arch?

You want an arch?

I'll show you an arch.

You want a perfect point?

I will show you a perfect point.

I am not a person who takes critisism. Well, fine. Negative statements lightly.

It is like reverse psychology.

You critisize me,

I shall prove you wrong.

And that is what I am gonna do.

I don't care if it hurts real bad,

I don't care if my toes start bleeding,

as long as I perfect my point,

nothing really matters.

To have a perfect point and a nice arch is all that matters right now in ballet.

I shall suffer and get hurt for it.

If that is what I've gotta do, that's what I will do.



This is a nice arch.

This is what I must have.


Till then,

I shall go hurt my toes.

Pray for me.