On hinges I stood day and night.
Some slammed me shut.
Some jerked me to open
Some kicked me while Some left me hanging.Some pushed me while Some nudged me. Some even hanged on me for support .
While Some played with me.
Because I was a Door.
Rarely Some opened me softly and gently and even spoke to me.
Some twisted and turned me.While Some abused and punched me. Some even bolted me, nailed me and jammed me shut from their life.
Just because I was a Door.
I stood there alone all day and night .
Some scraped me and tried to paint me...