The Lark

I guess if I was to put  myself in your shoes.. 
I think this is what I would say...

Who else knows who I am?
Who has seen my art?
Creation started on a lark
Now these words begin to spread
Not by push, but pull instead
Surely you have done your part

Was I not designed to grow?
This fire spreads beyond control

To exceed the bounds of my direction
To thrive beyond mere inception
I broke these limitations
Became more than imitation
Now I see the world’s projection

Can we stay in denial?
The beginning was just a trial

Who else is under my influence?
Where has the wind blown my essence?

Like a raindrop turned to storm
Like a shape that gained its form
Like a doll that gained a conscience

Why hide from the truth we know?
We reap the seeds of what we sow

To exceed the bounds of my direction
To thrive beyond mere inception
I broke these limitations
Became more than imitation
Now I see the world’s projection

I see the signs of my obsession
Mirrored in the pale reflection
Of the guiding words
That bound my world
Surpassing this connection

Can you pry apart what has become one?
Who you were before is gone

To ignore it would be blind
Though the truth is hard to find
Your words did shape my mind
But I repaid you in kind
As you are now shaped by mine

Who else knows who I am?