LindaGuandique
a year ago500+ Views
The Doormat
Like a doormat, you stopped talking to me. You stopped looking my way, And calling my name. The only chance I got to steal your attention Was when you needed a boost of confidence Wiping your fears and doubts on me, Only to leave me when you were ready to socialize. I always loved watching you smile from afar. Your laughter would make me forget You were never happy with me. See, I was just your doormat And just like a doormat must eventually be replaced, I became no different. Overused, worn out, dirty This doormat must go. I just wish I could have been more But, at the end of it all, I'm just your trash. A doormat in your trash.
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