Obsessed - Poem by victoria haigh
Why do i let the small things in life get to me so much?
Why do i loose my cool so damn easily?
These questions are so simple
Yet i cant answer them
I need for nothing
Im by all means not rich
But have enough to live a comfortable existance
Yet i still go mad over the stupidest things
Crumbs on the floor,
Mud on the rug
Pots left on the drainer
I cant stand it
It drives me crazy
All the hours i spend cleaning and tidying
when i could be out doing more
You only live once
Make the most of your time
After all we are not around for long are we?
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