The people that I live among are crazed psycho fans.
They are people of whom I am a part of.
For I am no one else but my peoples person.
Yet for this one thing, this one aspect of things, I stand apart.
For they are everywhere I turn. In fact, a fan is every other person on the street.
They are every other girl, boy, man, and woman.
They are now in my family. Amongst my most loved ones.
They are a part of a different league. A people I know as my own, but no longer my own.
I only need to listen to a sentence on reality, government, life
Then have it infiltrated upon by words from fanatical fans.
I only need to try hard to concentrate on things of the spirit,
Then have it infiltrated upon again by arguments amongst different fans.
I am afraid the societal pressure is much too great now.
Pressure to understand these words that every other person is saying.
This new language every other person has learnt to articulate.
This life that every other person has become very accustomed to, but me.