Where the Sidewalk Ends inspired poem/s

"Doormat"
If thee is sincere
a doormat will appear

I am the doormat
I don't talk to you about silly things
I am a rectangular bed of bristles

you drop your shoes off
and then I do your dirty work

you leave me behind
even when I welcome you in a different language

I cannot be anymore sincere
or the dumpster I will be found
seams loosening from your treading
I hate being the doormat