Note: This is a poem about the fans who idolize
Nsync. For me I wrote this with Justin Timberlake in mind but you can decide
which member you think this applies to more. - July 17/01
one
man.
He's a
God, they say.
A virtual
Prince, perhaps a King,
Whatever
he is, he's royalty to them.
Perhaps
he’s an angel or a concoction of perfection.
They
whisper to each other about him.
Admiring
his talent, his beauty, his riches.
They cry,
when his smile isn't directed at their glowing faces.
Their
hearts shatter when they realize, that they are but one of many in a crowd.
How can he
know?
That for
one smile, they would be his.
How can he
know?
That one
single touch, could warm their hearts.
He is only
a man, after all.
He is not
a God,
Nor a
prince, nor a king. Surely not of royalty.
His
appearance befits an angel, but he is not one.
His
perfection is not real, it is flawed.
He has
talent, and beauty and riches,
but he is
only human.
So, don’t
cry when his smile isn’t directed at your glowing face,
Don’t hurt
when you realize that to him, you are nothing but a face in a crowd.
How can he
know?
He is only
a man, after all.
Only one.
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I remember when I first wrote this I got mostly positive reviews but also a few upset readers. And I apologized for hurting their feelings but that’s silly. The fact is that you are just another face in the crowd. Another name to forget. He’s just one dude with a lot of people who want a piece of him. All five of them, in fact. That’s just reality.