Doormat This poem is about my ex-friend. The situation was 2 years ago, yet her words still affect me. Remember, mean words can stick forever. Be kind. xoxo Also I'm sick, so don't make fun of my voice lol [Transcription] I say I’m fine even when I’m not Thinking about mean words I wish I’d forgot These things happened so long ago They still affect me even so Your voice still rings in the back of my mind Picking through scraps of kindness I now cannot find I hope you know how much you messed me up Now I wish time could just back up To not let you in, to not let you see Just how you could manipulate me You made me feel crazy, like I’d lost my mind The worst thing is, I’d apologize You made me feel like I was in the wrong I sorta still do, it’s lasted this long I hope you’re proud of how you walked all over me I’m a doormat, just like you wanted me to be I hope I helped fill your sick need to ruin Cause you destroyed me, you know what you’re doin' Maybe I’m being just a bit dramatic I feel like I am, but then again It could be your voice in the back of my head The one that I followed wherever it led
Thank you to: The horrible experience that inspired this poem My therapist The blanket I'm currently under Pride and Prejudice Gwdfi for listening to me complain about my life My friends on here for putting up with me My cat for comforting me You for existing <3 Love you, Rosemary *mwah*
