Constant Carpet Burn Poem by Phillip Knight

I tried to hide how you make me feel.
Teach myself a brave face and honest smile.
But my muscles tire of being forced in the opposite direction.
The power you hold breaks spirit and soul,
I wrap myself in layers of protection to hide the scars,
But anyone can see the bloodied oozing scarring of my constant carpet burn.
For too long have you dragged me behind you,
Kept me to the floor.
Once it was soft, I closed my eyes and hugged its warm plush for comfort.
But now it becomes bare,
Rough and damaging.
It itches my bones,
Exposed to its body of sandpaper I waste away.
I wait for you to realise,
Pick me up and make me better,
But you only ever look back when telling me its where I belong.
I follow your lead,
And cannot break myself from your grip,
Deathly departed in souless belief,
Why do I still believe in you?