A Sticky Situation

This is just to shake it up a bit. A riddle poem. See if you can guess what it's about :)

I cling

I stick

I follow you around

Wherever you go

Until you finally manage to pull me off

And you are careless

As always

You toss me onto the ground

In front of you

Or behind

And sometimes

I get stepped on

By that very person

That I clung to

But other times

I am simply neglected

And stepped on so many times

That I blacken in dismay

And someday

Someone will look down

And wonder

What happened to me

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Jessica*