You'd never let me rest

You'd never let me rest

I always had to do my best

Which was never enough

So you'd storm away in a huff.

The loss of you will not own me

I will be who I need to be.

I cannot always be your whitest mat

That will lie down flat

For you to tread upon

I am not a weak little fawn.

And cannot help but retain

The mud that decided to remain

And spit it back out

Upon that constant pout

That begs for pity

When I live in this place so gritty.

While you live your perfect life

I will push away the knife

That needs to haunt my dreams

As I fall apart at the seams.

 

May 22, 2011

Reviews

[LochnezzMonster]

I honestly can't believe this had 18 views without a review. it was such good wording while comphrensive. I think your saying that your being used but not apprecitated. you turned yourself into a mat that is never respected, but disrespected. then this mat is excpected to be perfect or "white" I really like this poem and the comparison that you did within it! nice work!

[BleedMyHeartOut]

Thank you