My Life as a Doormat

Loosely Based On

I let you walk all over me,

treating me like I was a disgrace

because I fell before you

in surrender.

You swept your secrets under me,

leaving me to cover up my faults,

until someone pulled me up

and dusted me off.

He would not abandon me like you,

making me a disposable object;

he saw me as something salvageable

despite the grime you left.

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