Today I started to cry
When I heard a sad song
Right then I knew
That it wouldn't be long
I hoped and prayed
That I'd find someone to care
Someone who needs me
Someone who wants me there
I think that I'm too needy
Wanting too much to please
Everyone tries to take advantage
And eventually they all tease
I can't help who I am
If appreciated I wouldn't care
I can't help being a good person
Who if called I'd soon be there
But when all is said and done
I know I deserve much more
Whenever I get tired of being the rug
I get up and walk out the door.
5/19/2006
Angelique' Rockwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rug/
