Why Do I

I am a penny,
Boys use me without a second thought.
People come in and out of my life so fast.
I'm over worked, I've become rusty.
I always look tired and worn.
Why do I let people treat me like this?

I am a dog,
Always excited to meet a new person.
I forget when people had a grouchy day yesterday.
I always stay at your heels even as you walk away.
Other people always come before me.
Why do I let people treat me like this?

I am a fingernail,
I try to protect you.
I take the burn when you jam your finger,
it will heal,
but I'm dented.
Why do I let people treat me like this?

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by GL reader | 2/1/2016