Laying there:
Motionless and meaningless;
flat, and waiting for one to walk upon.
Taking it like habit.
Why is it that you don't move,
oh, doormat?
Why is it that you let them walk
in
and out,
over
and about?
They see you there and feel the urge;
a rush from inside their brains.
*I must use.
I must use.*
No, no!
You must refrain!
Doormat.
How brave you once were.
A girl, so strong.
A being, so brave.
Now, you lay,
and lie,
and try,
and
crave.
Stand up.
Dust yourself off,
or shake yourself out, if you must.
Doormat you shall be no more.
Doormat you shall be,
no more.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 12:19 PM UTC
Laying there:
Motionless and meaningless;
flat, and waiting for one to walk upon.
Taking it like habit.
Why is it that you don't move,
oh, doormat?
Why is it that you let them walk
in
and out,
over
and about?
They see you there and feel the urge;
a rush from inside their brains.
*I must use.
I must use.*
No, no!
You must refrain!
Doormat.
How brave you once were.
A girl, so strong.
A being, so brave.
Now, you lay,
and lie,
and try,
and
crave.
Stand up.
Dust yourself off,
or shake yourself out, if you must.
Doormat you shall be no more.
Doormat you shall be,
no more.
© MAB July 2010
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