Revolving Door
Why am I a revolving door?
Treated badly and ignored.
I don’t want to be,
But this is how everyone sees me.
Why am I a revolving door?
Kicked hard when I’m down on the floor.
I can be a nerd, dork, and geek,
But somehow you see this as weak.
Why am I a revolving door?
I just want to give you all you want and more.
In and out of my life you go,
Hurting me very very slow.
Why am I a revolving door?
My soul is in pain, sore.
Do you hate me deep down in your core?
Tell me why am I a revolving door?
Max M. Power
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