I'm walked, I'm beaten and wrecked upon;

With not a bit of mercy,

Hi, it’s me the doormat lying

On the floor,

And here's my tiny life story.

I opened my eyes on the apex of a sapling;

Was greeted by the Sun's sultry face.

Being a juvenile 

I was enthusiastic,

Unknown of the fact of having

a million footsteps to trace.

I got plucked and was sent to a factory;

There I was shaped to be an entity,

afraid of being subjected to a tragedy,

was in the hope of a day

when I'd be used as a commodity.

But now a sense of regret

do I feel,

'Coz with no mercy lowered is my dignity;

I'm worn, beaten, ragged  and left bruised,

To corrode under the fact that

If this continues,

I'll soon turn as a prophecy.

I've realized that they've no respect for me,

Hence the bang my soft face against their feet

Sadistically,

I don't know why they forget to understand,

That my heart too burns, Under the flames of their ego,

Lady toast served, Gradually.