Our Time Is Almost, Our Time Is Almost Here...

Ah, the insomnia bug attacks me yet again. How I hate the fact that despite my greater wishes, I just can't seem to fall asleep as of late. Oh well, I'll just once again turn to music to help lull me to sleep. I hope I can actually get well rested tonight. Well as long as I'm up, might as well type in this poem that I've been meaning to post.
It's called:

Evertyhing I Wish I Could Say To You, But Don't Have The Guts To.

Have you enjoyed your 15 minutes of fame?
Because its time to step off of the pedastool
that you've been holding yourself on.
Have you ever realized
That you're praised
Because you the only one
naive enough to want it that bad.
Not everyone loves you,
like your middle school teachers did.
So I ask you yet again,
Have you enjoyed your 15 minutes of fame?
Because its time to step off of the pedastool
that you've been holding yourself on.
That's right
no one really wanted you up there to begin with
they'd much rather see themselves.
But where would we be then?
A sea of people on pedastools,
and no one really
with their feet on the ground.