Why? Poem by trina ryan

he greeted us arms open wide,
so gentle and had time for all,
the small group of dedicated fans,
all relate to one and other also to him,
however, those others were being unfair.
they greeted him with hate.

there was about eight of us,
hundereds of them,
we waited together,
they waited down there,
when he arrived we all put one and other first,
the others just mobbed.

we met him & he spared time for us,
when those came his face dropped,
for reasons only known by a few.

he tried to be polite through what he'd been given,
however his confidence drained,
his face a sad picture,
he ushered inside.

what was wrong?
what had happened?
was it me?
was it us?
what, who, why?

the few who knew what was wrong,
consisted of us dedicators,
and himself.
why did they do it?
what had he done wrong?
nothing,
its just them the heartless mobs.

why?
he put you first
why?
he was there for you
why?
all he wanted was to share his talent wih you.

you could hear the thud of his heart sinking,
his confidence draining,
his heart breaking.

well your stunt didn't work,
he went out and gave the best performance he could,
he sent out his messages to us,
not to the ones who hurt him, deeply.