Fan

28/5/13

She stares at the poster adorning the wall,

Love in her eyes, she releases a sigh.

Soon, so soon, head over heels he’ll fall,

And at their wedding she’ll surely cry.

At each new love match she writes a letter,

‘Dear Mrs. Homewrecker, I hope you die’.

You’d think reality would make her see better,

That he doesn’t know her to even say hi.

She waits outside in the pouring rain,

A sodden notepad clutched to her breast.

Slowly, slowly, she goes insane,

But to meet her idol she’ll do her best.

She’ll wait every time to get her chance,

But her face is just a ghost in a sea of fans.

He passes by without a second glance,

And with that final blow she makes her plans.

She rips all his posters and tears down the shrine,

As if she is no longer his biggest fan.

In her mind he’s crossed a line,

And she vows revenge on an innocent man.

Driven insane by the lack of attention,

She buys all the tools for her plot of redemption.

She’ll kidnap her idol and force him to see,

That he should love her, together they’ll be.

Locked in a basement, he trembles with fear,

Whilst she chooses a knife and begins to sneer.

The fame and looks have clouded her vision,

And on the tied-up star she’ll make an incision.

‘I want you to love me!’ She screams through the tears,

Pain takes hold and the hostage barely hears.

She raises the knife to slash skin once more,

When with a loud thud, police burst through the door.

They contain the girl in a steely grip,

And help her hero hobble to the drip.

Her face changes as she sees what she’s done:

The result of fame and its power to stun.

She’s led outside and into the van,

But she’s not the last obsessive fan.