I cut and sew material but never reach success

And yet Im driven onwards to sartorial excess

Im not quite sure of what Im doing, this I will profess

But still its driving me

Its what my cutie mark is telling me.

My mind is all aswirl, my thoughts refuse to coalesce

Im talkin all in fancy yet my work has no finesse

I know I must complete these clothing orders nonetheless

My destiny seems strange to me

But its what my cutie mark is telling me.

So Twilight can you help me with this problem I possess

Theres something wrong, it shouldnt take this long to sew, unless

I guess theres something not quite right that needs to be addressed

My destinys out of its tree

Not what my cutie mark is telling me.