I'm sorry- and a new poem on popularity!

[Simply_da_Best]

I am sorry.
Just how long has it been since I have seen this page? So long I can't imagine why I neglected my duties. Please forgive me for skipping out on your page, and tell me what has happened besides Erin falling in love. Where- and how- is Sourfox? Ironpaw, how are you? Gloria, tell me about the current story plot. I yearn to hear you.
AAAAAAAAND NOW- THE POEM! Someone, get Crazykid and get her to read this. I want this to knock my sense into her. Here goes!<P>
"STRUGGLE"
You would be the perfect friend
Smiling, knowing everyone
But you have the clockwork in your mind
It makes you popular
I try to make myself rise to the occasion
To be your friend
I do so
You push me away like winter
I struggle
You win
I fight
You raise an army
I spread to weaken
You defy gravity to kick me
I dress and smile, everyone watching me
You steal the spotlight
I take the gun to your head
You take my confidence
Shoot it dead
Popularity is a virus, deadly
You have been infested and changed
I tried to save you
But I am a lowly friend
I haven't got "IT"
The popularity virus
And I fight on to cure you