Each time that you step on me,
I pinch myself.
You step on me harder each time,
you don't care what comes out of my mouth.
Because to you
I'm a filthy liar.
A *******.
A *****.
An annoying teenager.
A low-lifer that won't get anywhere.
But you're not me.
You take out your anger
On me.
It hurts.
Even if I say no,
you walk over that,
and make it yes.
If only you listened.
If only you heard.
If only you cared.
If only you were me.