Patience is a virtue

But mine’s in short supply

Since the way you treat me

Is killing me inside

I’m not your little doormat

You can’t just step on me

You know I’m my own person

Why can’t you leave me be

Tired of the waiting

I need a little break

Tired of the prodding

Your diagnosis fake

Go find another doormat

Won’t let you walk on me

Get out you know I mean it

Just go and let me be

Though you poke and prod me

I just don’t understand

Nothing’s wrong the feeling’s gone

Let go and let me stand

I’m more than just a doormat

No one can walk on me

I’m really my own person

And free to just be me