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"Pressures" by *girl* When you were a little boy,When your mother named you Roy, Your future was made, By your father Wade. You failed them when you changed your name to Steve And when you got loaded on New Year's Eve. She wanted you to be a star, He wanted you to be looked up to by afar, She said you could be a King, Once your Queen had on the engagement ring. But again you failed them when you said you are gay, And left your Queen on your Wedding Day. He told you to be rich, Not to be living in a ditch, She said you could be a child physician, You make children laugh just like a magician. Once again you failed them when you begged for money with a soda can, And lived with a stinky garbage man. She wanted you to be happy, And not sappy, He wanted a son, Not a fruit bun. And for once and for all you failed them when you committed suicide, Because they didn't want a son that died. The point of this is that when people put too much presure on someone, they end up hurting themselves, the person and the people associated with them. Critiques: -The rhyme scheme comes out forced. Maybe the poem has too much pressure on it? |