“Stepping Stone.”

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Time and time again I am trampled over.

People use me to touch the sky while dashing my hopes,

And my dreams.

My ambitions sink faster than myself,

For to them I am a stepping stone,

A rock to be used,

Then disposed of.

Daily I assist them,

While receiving nothing in return,

Only to be forced deeper and deeper into the ground!

No one thinks about me,

Or that I might have feelings,

Rather they indulge themselves.

How I wish to show them they are not gods!

They are men!

As I am a man,

Not a rock!

Yet even when I tell them,

They don’t care,

To them I am a stepping stone,

And a stepping stone cannot talk,

Or feel,

Or cry!

But I can cry!

I can cry!