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
Leave a comment