I've been looked over, pushed aside, stepped on, run over and hidden away.
I wasn't a thought to cross his mind, an object to adore, a person to respect--
I was just a rug upon his floor.
I bore his children, washed his clothes, cooked his meals and cleaned his messes.
I listened to him, made excuses for him, lifted him up and made him my king.
He never looked, never noticed, never cared.
He deceived me, betrayed me and eventually rejected me.
He is not better without me--Though I am better without him.