Fangirls

I was inspired to write this one night when I was in Kyte. There were some very insane crazy people in there (what we call... fangirls) this came to mind.
What I actually find funny about this piece is that after I had written it, I found myself sympathising with the subject of the piece, who is so caught up in that world and has no way of controlling it (either because she doesn't know how or because she doesn't want to control it) People look down on her and people make fun of her... see for yourself

The Fangirl

There she sits impatiently
Biting her nails,
As she struggles to contain her desire.

She talks to people, tries to explain
But no-one understands,
Instead they mock her.

They don't realise, she is trapped,
Caught in an ever-expanding web
Its taken hold, but she will deny it.

At night she dreams
Obtaining the object she wants,
She craves it. It has to be hers.

She was once the innocent
But now she has turned
Unpredictable and dangerous, like a tidal wave.

They stay away, avoid the fallout
So she is alone, with only her dream
Can no-one help her? Is it too late?