Not Right - a poem

You yell at me when I don't do it right
And you yell at me when I do
A tiny chore based oversight
Is somehow an offense to you

I mopped the floor but somehow missed a spot
I vaccuumed but didn't get the ashtrays
The duster is all tied up in a knot
I put the broom back in the wrong place

Take out the garbage, and I jumped outside
Trash is empty, bags replaced as well
I even sprayed the bottom insides
So the cans wouldn't start to smell

Yelling at me won't fix the wrongs
And you doing it won't help me learn
The cat barfed on the floor from emotions strong
To get away from this house for myself I yearn

Doing it three times when once is enough
Is more work than you should do, you know
On yourself you always make it too rough
Back to your couch I wish you'd go

You scream and yell about us playing games
Or that we don't do it all week
I'd rather not start using names
Or I'll break my non-blaming streak.

You won't sit and relax and do nothing
You won't get out of the house either
You've always got to be doing something
And you wonder why your resolve does wither.

I want to smack you when you scream like that
Because I'm at the end of the rope
You treat me like I'm a four year old brat
And not as a grownup for whom there's hope.