Imagine I was one of those violent crazy people in love with a celebrity

I’d probably get a lot more attention

I’m completely ineffectual

Maybe it’s better this way

I don’t want him to be in any real danger

I’d rather not be a danger to anyone

Including myself

Imagine I had some sense of entitlement towards him

And followed him to every concert demanding his attention

So many ways I could be far worse for him than I am

I wonder if he feels relieved that I’m incapable of doing anything

I wonder if he knows I exist

It would be nice to have fans but not crazy fans, well

I mean if they’re my kind of crazy they’re probably just helpless sad people like me

I wouldn’t mind having some crazy fans that are harmlessly crazy like I am

Harmless and dedicated

I used to believe he was ignoring me

Now it’s easier to believe I am invisible because if he is ignoring me

Then I won’t know what to think of him

Wish I could know what is happening in his head

Imagine I was one of those crazy fans that shows up every where and didn’t just write harmless poems lost in the internet

Imagine I believed that him and I had any chance together, that would be a laugh

Just ineffectual me

Waiting for someone to notice me

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