Sometimes I have lines in my carpet,
Those who do it will no doubt understand,
But sometimes those lines in my carpet,
Make me feel like I am on remand.

A prisoner to my own standards,
"I MUST do these carpets today",
But my body enforces restrictions,
So the sofa is where I will lay.

The washing piles up in the kitchen,
The dishes lay sat in the sink,
Most of the day I've now wasted away,
And my body is still on the brink.

I blink away the tears,
That fear of failure's not going away,
"Tommorow I'll be more motivated",
As motivation is what I lacked today.

Overwhelmed is what I start feeling,
For I still have so much to...