I hate chores
Taking hours to clean a pile of dishes
Sweeping up crumbs I didn’t even drop
I hate chores
Pushing a vacuum over and over
Forcing sheets to fit a bed
I hate chores
Wiping a toilet until it glistens
Struggling to carry a heavy mop bucket around
I hate chores
Waking up in the morning
Inhaling and exhaling every second of the day
I hate chores.
Socializing and masking
Seeing the world get darker as time passes by
These chores consume me
Trying to be different
Trying to be the person people expect me to be
I hate chores.
I’ve been given a gift
I try to be grateful
But it feels like a chore to carry this gift
For the love of god, I hate chores.
Copyright © Ash Roberts | Year Posted 2025
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