he will make You think it is You

Your cries for more

seem to ring on deaf ears

There's never enough time

for Your needs to be met

And with every sunrise

And every sunset

he will make You think it is You.

And as Your heart beats with uncertainty,

it covers the muffled but constant note

of his fear

A note You'll never hear

And when You sit silently long enough

to recognize

he will look You dead in Your eyes and

he will make You think it is You

And as he begins to look more grandiose

Assuming such a confident pose

It is not because he has grown taller

You have only made Yourself smaller

And when the day comes

when You've come back to Your size

he will ignite with such a feigned surprise

And you will realize

that he made You think it was You.