Painful Memories

I remember back when I was young The way that I was raised Too little I accomplished Too little I was praised Stepping stones and hinderences Were things I grew to know Survival was the game to play When loneliness took hold Unsure of which direction To travel upon the road I reverted back to momma But her laden became my load Mentally I've been challenged Emotionally I've been drained Physically withdrawn To knowing only pain When will I be set free To live a life of love When will I be given What I'm deserving of