I’m desperate, yet
I cannot do anything about it. You
hurt me, just like everyone else
to them I’m only a mat that is
left on their dirty front porch, just waiting
to grab anyone’s attention; I can’t
because it doesn’t matter what
price my soul is to them, or
even what my greeting suggests.
I am still left out in the rain, drowning
in my sea of tears. It doesn’t matter
since no one notices my
feelings anyway
