Make space for me?

Doormat

     I often wonder why people bully me. Hurting me constantly with things enemies say. Sometimes not even enemies, but friends. I think it's because I'm a doormat. Now, I know what you're thinking. How can someone be a doormat? It's simple. You lay on the cold dirty ground and you take it. Take what? you may ask. Take the nasty bottom of their shoe to your face. They will wipe until their shoes are clean. Even though it bothers me, I won't say a word. I'll just take it. I won't stand up for myself. I won't do anything. Because I am only a doormat. Doormats don't have feelings. Doormats don't have to stand up for themselves. So there I will sit on that cold floor and take the nasty comments, and bullies that come my way to wipe their shoes all over me. I'll take it until one day I'll snap. Then they will wish I was actually a doormat.