My Emotional Fight

Still a child within mentally stuck way back when something damaging seals my fate from my past, to young to know why my mother had to go but for me it either sink or swim There was no choice for me, I had to become an adult too quickly, and so part of my innocents at this moment just died, when at the age of fourteen I started striping and found that this, is my means to survive When I picked up drinking I was in bars by sixteen a relative stares as they pass me bye... "Dawna is that you?..Yes I'm drinking too!..can you say that your honestly surprised?" Never been taught the art of how to show my love or support to the people I care about around me, when all of this anger I hide makes me an emotional wreck inside would it of been different if my mother would have stayed? And so I promise that each day to express my love in some way, even if it's at the time before bed when I kneel to pray.