Everything has to be just right.
No miss guided step towards end
No stopping until it meets you qualifications.

You work until yours hands are sore
Blisters looming out of the dark corners
The cleaning of the house has to be done.

But every speck of dirt, every inch
Has to be clean to perfection
You alone have to make it perfect.

If one area doesn’t meet
You freak at it wishing it go away
But you clean, keep on cleaning
Till one day you collapse out of exhaustion
Trying to meet your idea of perfection.


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