Hmm.
I really love the format and idea of this poem, but something is bothering me about the formatting of the sentences in between.
If I take them into one sentence it says
"My life has become the same routine: the overwhelming amount of consistency but somehow never manage to keep up with. Why am I too tired to do the bare minimum?"
They don't work together in that flow, but also don't work together with the tasks (ex. "But somehow never manage to keep up with make the beds"), so I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to put my hands on them.
They do give me the feelings, and I love each of the feelings you've chosen: routine, consistency, never manage, too tired. If I had to put my finger on one that seemed out of place and might be giving me this feeling, it would be the word consistency -- if you're not able to keep up, maybe there isn't consistency? Maybe an overwhelming need for consistency?
I hope these comments are making sense to you and I haven't just missed a big point!
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Nice work!
Hannah
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