My Real Identity

The feathering coziness the star dons

On himself amidst all his success

Is all because of the warmth a fan encompasses.

Dearing is the feeling to be admired

For all that I do and all-time be mimicked

Only because I am someone special in their cornea round.

I am what I am because of my fan

Who never forgot what I did on the screen

Because it was me the spesh, within.