My smiling face
Waits to be trampled.
My open arms
Wait for disappointment.
I lay myself down,
For that’s all I’ve ever been,
All I deserve.
I could rise above if I really tried,
But it’s easier to give up,
To let hope die.
I’m always here,
Beneath your feet,
Awaiting rewards
For my good deeds.
As you arrive,
And long after you’re gone,
I am your welcome mat,
Waiting to be walked on.
