Simply the Doormat

I can’t stop

The tears leaking out from my eyes

The salty taste of it slipping down to my lips

I know my eyes will be red 

but I can’t seem to care

I am constantly pushed down by those around me

No one notices me when someone louder comes about

I’m simply a doormat

So many people have walked over me

I have sneaker prints indented in my scratched and beat up surface

I have sat outside in the cold all winter

I have been sweltered by the sun every summer

I am far from clean, all of the mud and dirt from everyone’s shoes

has made me covered in their filthy secrets and lies

So much that I can’t see myself anymore

I forget who I used to be

What i used to look like

That’s okay though

After all,

I’m simply the doormat.