No one has time for me anymore Though I can't describe the countless hours I've devoted to others in their times of need When I could have been doing something better I've given to everyone And no one's given a second thought to me I feel as if I've been mainstage but The curtain closed and no one could see. I'm trivial A doormat That's me. A doormat's all I'll ever be. I put in the effort to be a good friend but in the end I'm taken advantage of...or Assumptions are made... Leaving me insulted and hurt twice as bad..my sole comfort lies in me_the person_the vision I see... And how would they deal... If I ceased to be?
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