I Am a Doormat

i am a doormat and you think nothing of me i wipe off your dirt but you wont know me your hooves pound on my lip and you don't take heed i make it so you don't slip but I'm nothing to this galloping steed the hooves pounding the dirt flying landing on my face burning my eyes you rub it in and you don't hear my cries you don't notice your sin but look, I'm covered in brown and black dyes! i thought you were a hero and so i had sold my soul as it turns out your a zero a zero with no goal i felt water on my head am i going to die? no, your in the washer and the cycle goes on, and on, and on