The Doormat Poem by sandy nobody

the doormat
that you stepped on everyday
wiped your feet
then walked away

the doormat
is covered with your dirt
is all wornout
nothing left to hurt

the doormat
has been stomped on
to many times
is too tired to go on

the doormat
so often you used
cleaned your shoes
kept you amused

the doormat
that you threw away
was always there for you
everyday

the doormat
you shredded apart
wasnt a doormat
it was my HEART