I must have doormat written all over my face
A target on my back
A red flag marking my every breath.
Everyone is curious,
Some play with the fire,
But never gets too close.
Danger is coming off of me in waves
Like the fear that keeps me here.
I'm lying flat on my back
Just wishing
That for once,
Someone would step over me
Instead of through my worn skin
Kneel next to me
Wrap me up
Clean off the footprints and help me stand.
I want to believe that there is more to us than the busy pairs of expensive shoes stabbing at each other
These expensive shoes with the feet of a bitter people
So loud are the footsteps that are drawn in hate.
Bitter and angry
But oh so spiteful
I relate all too well
I am the doormat
But I am also the shoes
That have walked over people like broken glass
