I love your formed poetry cuz it always hold a great message within, and this is no exception, sir. Love it keep it up:)

First stanza: Very true... fame comes with a price. You have no privacy whatsoever. Once you become famous, you can throw privacy out the window. Everything you do will be watched, recorded and logged. At first they want the fame, but then later they realize they just want to live normal lives.

Second stanza: The more you struggle, the more you appreciate what your struggle is worth when you achieve your goal.

Third stanza: I got a little confused with this stanza but after a few reads I think I got what you are trying to say. The fame, the struggle, the stress of it all keeps you up at night, can't sleep, can't eat.

Overall a great piece!