Perfectionist I am,
but able am I not
A look inside my mind
and all you'll find is rot
True worry it may bring
to witness all this waste;
to look behind the mess
and see my living space
But worry not, dear sweet
for rain is coming soon
to wash away my past
and all the sadness too
The Spring is rolling in
along with all its age
I'll be okay again
and then I'll clean this place
******* it happened again. i really think therapy is working. or maybe its just aquarius season making me creative. i hope its both