Idol

You have changed me. To be precise, your image did.

But I’m not so far gone to hide from the glaring truth.

It pains me to acknowledge the unoriginal twist –

But, you don’t have the slightest idea that I even exist.

 

However, I’m grateful for the twisted joke crafted above.

I’m like millions now. I still cannot legitimately call myself a fan-girl,

But I wandered closer to the marginal crowds-

I dream of something that crosses all bounds.

 

I feel ashamed, my mind and my pride recoils at the mere thought,

But my soul longing prevails, supported by my foolish heart.

And if I ever have to confess this weakness,

I’m sure I would die before I can even start.

 

It is a struggle. I’m crushed and inspired by the same idol,

And I wish I can shook the nets of adoration, but I’m not ready.

I’ve got used to the feel of the subtle warmth,

That I created myself form crippled self-worth.

 

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