They act like i’m a carpet, walking all over me
They think they can say anything to me
They act as if i’m not affected by their words
They act as if i don’t even exist.
Everything they say
Is always against me
But when i speak back
Im the “bad person”.
I’m sick of them
I’m sick of life
Everyone uses me
As if i’m an object with no emotion.
The things they say
The actions they do
Hopefully, one day
It will all end.
By CdogYEET
