We look inside ourselves for the answers to her questionable behavior
Because twenty is too young to be so old and too old to still be innocent
But because we love her we try to understand that which cannot be understood
Lies and untruths abound whenever she is around
Her pain is our pain
But unlike a scraped elbow or knee this pain cannot be kissed and made all better
This pain is like a knife in our hearts
This pain screams and demands to be heard
This pain is invisible but demands to be seen
And so
We look in the mirror every morning and fail to recognize ourselves
She is our only child so how could we be the parents she describes us as
We are loving people and give her everything she wants except discipline
We are forgiving but what she wants most of all is punishment for her sins
She hates us for loving her
Maybe we just expected she’d love us in return
Maybe it’s true we did and still do….
Love her too much

Ted Sheridan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lot-of-love-may-be-too-much/