Don't pressure people into what you see fit for them. |
Once, there was a little girl, Smart and pretty as can be And, of course, her parents knew 'Twas obvious to see, But still they always tried To make her better than she was No one knows really why, Or the lost "because." So she would simply listen To what her parents decreed. Them not knowing the resentment Growing in their 'seed'. She listened to their every rule, Not having her own mind Not truly knowing all the joy Of being 'one-of-a-kind'. But one day her parents Denied a simplistic request One who's level of difficulty Was easy; At best She went to her room, To cry, silently, alone. Pray and wishing to Be somewhere else but 'Home'. So that night, she went Quietly to her parent's room, Them naively unaware Of a certain doom. She searched and found Her father's gun, A toy not meant For anyone. She was ready to take her life, She was ready to die, And held the gun up to herself, Between left and right eye. She pulled the trigger At her head, Fell to the ground Lying cold, dead. Til morning, parents Unaware Of her laying, Bloody, there. Unaware of what they did, To their little girl. Trying to force her in To their 'Perfect' Little World. |