A Doormat

Why do people believe that they can walk over me?

That they can do something, without my consent, and completely desreguard my feelings?

I stand my ground and make my values clear.

I respect others.

Why can't they respect me back?

Aren't I strong?

I am my own person.

An independent individual.

Then why am I constantly treated like a doormat.

 

[mandie•marie]

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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