Dear Mom and Dad,

If you told me what you wanted to hear,

Well I’d be glad to say it.

If you told me what you wanted from me,

Well I’d be glad to do it.

 

I’ve been trying nigh on eighteen years

To figure out what you desire:

 

Valedictorian with a four point two,

Well I suppose I should’ve tried harder.

 

Top one percent with a thirty and four,

Well I guess I should’ve went two higher.

 

A good scholarship to a good university,

Well I bet I should’ve tried Harvard.

 

But somehow I doubt you’d be happy with me

Because even then, you would never

Make up your minds and ever say

That you, my parents, truly love me.

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

Ugh, boy can I relate to that one. It sucks when your parents' standards are higher for you than they are for themselves. What hypocrites! This piece serves as a good release of emotions and your point is very clear. (Remember, though, that just because your parents hold you to impossible standards doesn't mean that you have to hold YOURSELF to the same ones. It's a hard lesson to learn, but it's necessary since you're your own person.) You may, however, want to go into how those feeling affected you in a little more detail. How'd you deal with it? I can sense the feelings of inadequecy, but it's still a rather weak undertone at this point. A few strong images would probably bolster that current of emotion. Good job on this.

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