Upon a Pedestal

In streets awash in neon lights, I came
Upon my past, she peered at me and spoke
My tongue, she prayed this was all just a joke
For up so high she'd placed me once, my name
She'd said with reverence, now she felt such shame
To see me walk amongst late night drunk folks
Her ideal view of me she soon revoked
My human behavior she quickly blamed
But I have no wish to stand on pedestals
Though past classes I taught her my strange tongue
There is no fun in being impeccable
With so many late night drinks left undone