Innocence
I’ve always tried to be perfect,
I don't know why,
If it's not perfect I have to redo it,
Like my crafts it had to be a perfect crease.
If not it's not right,
I'm going to restart it,
And restart it,
And restart it.
I hate it whens its not perfect,
My room has to be cleaned,
In my specific way,
In my liking.
Sometimes I like cleaning the house,
And make it spotless,
Then clean it up again,
Once my parents messed it up.
I’ve never realizes something,
My childhood innocence,
I don't have it,
Well not anymore.
I use to be careless,
And messy,
But then,
My parents stopped cleaning.
I took over,
Now I clean,
Everything.
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