A hoarder’s life

Books, newspapers, clothes and tins of food

Make my house complete and well-stocked.

Keeping all of it makes me feel good,

Though every visitor often leaves shocked.

Why should I get rid of them?

I have nothing to lose.

It’s good that I keep them,

Yet people think I have issues.

I need them all,

But people think it’s clutter.

That doesn’t make me small,

At least I don’t litter!

What if I need it some day?

Who is to blame?

If I throw it away,

Things won’t ever be the same.

They say I might die by it all falling over me,

But I say no, it’s all a part of me!

They threaten me, discard me,

But I can’t help it.

“Seek help, set yourself free!”

They say. “Kondo”, I think, is the word for it.

Of late, it’s been affecting my life,

My relationships and my work too.

Now my mind is full of strife!

Please let this situation not be true.

It never used to be like this before,

But now I just can’t forget my stuff.

Every aspect of my being is turning sore.

Because I couldn’t let go, life is tough.