Dear Robert Pattinson

Their eyes are glazed. They're looking at you
But it isn't you that they see.
Desperation sings in the air
Sweat clings to their backs
They crane their necks for a glimpse of their idol
You nod and smile'Euphoria, bliss
Blank faces light up with joy
But then you walk by, eyes unseeing
I whisper, 'He isn't real you know'
But they look at me with hollow eyes,
Unfocused.
Still reaching for all they can touch.
Mania, barely contained.
A high pitched roar.
What is it they want?
Do they expect you to turn tricks or
Reenact a scene? No.
You embody him to them.
Their eyes are glazed.
It isn't you that they see.





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