Was I a Doormat?

You scrawled over me just like a mamoth , You punched on me over to disguise.

I was a girl,  married to you by my parents.
Then how did I bear a resemblance to your drudge.

Yes ,I was a turse , never did I express.
but how could you breathe such insensitive.

I was a Daughter , who turned your wife ,
and all I begged was your warmth to brace.
Couldn't your hands just cuddle over me,
why did they have to hammer?

I Adoured your presence,  till date I do.
Even if I selfabased living there.
My intent in life are your priorities .
Why was it reckless for you?

The hierarchy that lowered me down,  was the arena that you were compelling me to stay in.

That was me.

But not my Infant to be,
She is the grace that will turn into a Glorified, "Woman ".