It's never really 'Just right'

No matter what I do,

I know it's a losing fight.

No matter how much I try,

It's never really 'Just Right'.

Be it the milk in my coffee,

Or the sugar in my tea.

The butter in my sandwich

Really, how hard can this be?

My shower is never long enough,

My naps are too short.

Always playing with my microwave

Gambling for the perfect hot.

The number of texts I send out,

Or how much I should reveal

The sounds I make at dinner

Why do I laugh until I squeal?

My perfume estimate is haywire

As is the length of my dress

My hair is between awful and awesome

Is this what they call a 'Hot Mess'?