The Demise Of Conceit Poem by Amanda Deupree

I found your high horse
I'm taking it for a ride
Tell me how it feels
To be on the other side

With all eyes on you
Turns out it's not hard to fall
So how does it feel
When you're the one that's small

When the table turned
I became something brand new
Becoming more myself
Up here enjoying the view

Don't take it so hard
Boy it's really you're own fault
Always bit my tongue
While you were growing your cult

Now the truth is out
Everyone can see your lies
I like it up here
Watching you cause your own demise