People look down on me,
never looked up to.
Sometimes they kneel down,
to help me.
Only when I’m a mess.
Do they care?
No.
Only when I get in the way,
in the way of their comfort.
Sometimes I’m perfect,
I feel pretty and people feel satisfied:
a win-win situation.
But most times
I’m just stepped on.
Dragged
through rain or snow,
dirt or mud
But
when I’m weak and tangled,
they will pretty me up into a bow,
maybe twice or thrice. However,
in the end
I will become loose.
Dragged and stepped on.
In a cycle.
So please,
be careful and mindful
of our feelings.
When we are stepped on,
kindly help us get back up
to be the beautiful selves we are.
Your shoelaces