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.