Doormat
Doormat
Stamp the solitary word on my forehead, my mantle-
You know as well as I the truth of it.
Call it what you will-
It is weakness, it is desperation, it is shame.
It is my gift to you.
Take your free shot at my bare walls,
Splatter them with abrasive paints and brushes,
Indulge in it for as long as you can stand.
Scuff your boots on the hard wood floors,
Play in the puddles created by the bleeding timber.
Revel in it, go ahead-
My soul doesn’t have enough wounds to earn your pity.
Scrape at the enamel of my emotions
With your blunt chisel already swathed
In paint from so many others-
Others that you have remodeled before me.
Heed this, I’ll sit quietly and watch you work,
Watch you strip away the beautiful room
I’ve worked so hard to design.
Turn to me, look at my smile while you beat your hammer
And shatter the windows of my heart.
Don’t let the tears fool you.
They are nothing but remnants and shards of plaster,
blackened and tainted by your need for change.
Go on-invade my head, my heart, my soul, my hope-
You’ve worked so hard to break them down,
Much harder than I did to build them up, I’m sure.
Smash me, tear me, strip me, sell me.
Just please...please...
...wipe your feet at the door.
Stamp the solitary word on my forehead, my mantle-
You know as well as I the truth of it.
Call it what you will-
It is weakness, it is desperation, it is shame.
It is my gift to you.
Take your free shot at my bare walls,
Splatter them with abrasive paints and brushes,
Indulge in it for as long as you can stand.
Scuff your boots on the hard wood floors,
Play in the puddles created by the bleeding timber.
Revel in it, go ahead-
My soul doesn’t have enough wounds to earn your pity.
Scrape at the enamel of my emotions
With your blunt chisel already swathed
In paint from so many others-
Others that you have remodeled before me.
Heed this, I’ll sit quietly and watch you work,
Watch you strip away the beautiful room
I’ve worked so hard to design.
Turn to me, look at my smile while you beat your hammer
And shatter the windows of my heart.
Don’t let the tears fool you.
They are nothing but remnants and shards of plaster,
blackened and tainted by your need for change.
Go on-invade my head, my heart, my soul, my hope-
You’ve worked so hard to break them down,
Much harder than I did to build them up, I’m sure.
Smash me, tear me, strip me, sell me.
Just please...please...
...wipe your feet at the door.