But what in return is that I get?

I am a burning Candle:

helping others with the bright rays of light,

melting myself I gave my life,

burning throughout not a trace of me remains,

but what in return is that I get?

 I am a worthless being:

dancing on your hands when you like,

crying at the corner when you are hostile,

bringing smile on your face,

breaking legs for your sake,

but what in return is that I get?

 I am a machine:

working whole life without resting,

abandoned to isolation when once I began rusting,

sacrificing my whole life for your welfare,

but what in return is that I get?

I am a doormat:

lying at your door always,

carrying heaps of feet dust on top of my head,

stretching and squeezing I remain silent,

am torn to pieces, a scene so violent,

but what in return is that I get?

 I am a pair of shoes:

protecting your feet from the thorns on your way,

bringing smile on your face when I am new and gay,

serving you till I am torn with my strength and fate,

but what in return is that I get?

I am petty little things in your life:

carrying little or no importance at all,

serving you all the time sometimes I rise and mostly I fall,

making life easy for you is all my concern,

and what I ask for is just a little love and respect in return.