Too Much Love Can Hurt

Caged 
Unable to be free
Longing for liberty
Dying for their individuality

Aggressive parentage creates drones
Deadened by the force
Of parental ambition
That knows no bounds
And where pride is king

Secrets and ambitions
Are encased deeply 
In a psyche that aches 
From the push to 
Always improve and be 
Better than other kids

Manners must be impeccable
Grades must be exemplary
Even into adulthood
The grip of excessive control
Shows no lessening 

Letting go is hard to do
When your kid’s lives must
Revolve around you
Some pay the ultimate price
And spitefully take paths
They may not have wanted to

Suicides
Drugs
The wrong crowd
A dismal job
All taken up to frustrates
Those that must forever be
The centre of another’s world
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Beharry Avatar
November 19, 2013 at 1:18 PM
Hi Evrod, I just posted a poem "Nature's Lesson To Parents" which I wrote after reading yours. I shall be grateful for your comments. Thank You! Have a nice day!
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November 17, 2013 at 8:27 AM
Very thought-provoking write! I watched a baby chick struggling in the egg trying to break through the shell to free itself. I was tempted to break off the shell to help the struggling chick but I did not. I had read somewhere that the chick needs to make the required effort to free itself since the struggle helps to get its vital organs like the heart and lungs functioning properly for life outside the shell. Parents can learn a valuable lesson from this. It can be an idea for your next poem.
Samuel Avatar
November 17, 2013 at 11:12 AM
Thanks..my inspiration can come from just a word..i built my poem INSULTS around the word contumatious....I liked the sound of the word...this poem was written on the bus to the supermarket after reading of yet another middle class kid killing themselves through use of drugs...it seemed to me as if they went beserk as soon as they away from their parents
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