My name is Doormat

walk all over
walk over me
wipe your feet
use me for
my specific purpose
and leave nothing
but a mess behind

To My Core

within my quaking heart
the plates of truth are shifting
this violent discourse
changes the shape of my
heart scape
I am cracked apart
swayed by the tidal flow
ebbing away from my heart
I am divided by these willful fault lines
this building friction is ever threatening
to release in one swift moment-
all these repressed dynamics
Too soon will brutal truths shake me to my core

But I am Tired

hazy
now I know I must be
crazy
jaded
there is no way I can be
sated
lying
with every word I am
denying
finished
my sense of self is so
diminished
resign
to such a fate
as what is mine
reaching
my tired arms and eyes
beseeching
required
to fight for me
but I am tired