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.