Am I a door, who's lock is broken, who's hinges are loose? I'm being swung open and closed, Swung open and closed again and again.
My hinges are rusted, I have scratches and kicked-in holes, My **** is about to be broken off. Next I know, I'll be ripped off of my beautiful loosely rusted hinges and thrown into the roach-filled dumpster.
But I was put there for a purpose. To open myself up and let those in who were in need of help. And those people have ******* me over multiple times. But that was my purpose.
My loose, rusted hinges held on no matter how many times I was slammed or kicked because that’s what I was made for. To help others, no matter how broken they made me I held on , and I kept my purpose.