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]
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