Pressure

What do you want to be when you grow up?, 

How many people asked you that question and your answer was constantly changing?, 

Your parents force the idea that as long as you repay that debt, 

By making them rich and not give a fuck, 

Bust your ass to prove yourself worthy of even being in the same room as them, 

Only to be told that you don’t pay bills so now your lazy, 

The toxic taste is tantalizing and tart to the parched throat, 

Of the one who dares back talk the parent of the bastard, 

Yet that same bastard is the family’s favorite mistake, 

But the second they find that out the table turns, 

And your face first in your own birthday cake, 

The candles were still lit just when one piece was perfectly preserved, 

A slight breeze blows out your hopes and dreams, 

The your told about life’s lessons so there’s nothing me you just learned, 

All those tears seamlessly fall on deaf ears, 

As they all take pleasure in your pain, 

Dreary and sunken are those eyes flooded with fear, 

And not a single drop of rain, 

Slowly but surely the rot begins starting deep within, 

Passed on and on to the next of kin,

So the cycle may repeat once again.