Engaged in the moment but not in the dance
Watching from the wings is highly underrated
The rhythm, the emotion, the driving beat...
Placed like a pebble in a pond
Slowly the current takes away the edge
Of feeling, tiny fish displace the thought
That audiences are needed for this ballet
Only the dancers and I exist.
A wallflower, for this dance macabre
And listen as the devil calls,

I think that this poem is really emotional which is a good thing
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if by 'emotional' you mean frustrating