Doormat

I am a doormat.  A target. 

 

I try to hard to make people like me.

 

I suck up.

 

I try and do too much for people.

 

Do people like me more for this?  No.  It is expected.

 

Am I respected by anyone?  Anyone??

 

Not in the least.

 

People just care about what they can get.

 

The things I waited years to be able to afford?  Belittled, broken, and replaced with trash.

 

If I could, I would be far away from here tomorrow.

 

You know what?  If they didn't need me as a resource - no one would care.