Daughter of a wayward mom.

Here I sit wondering my plight. I have a daughter who needs me
I try with all my might to save her from herself. 
She is me all over again headstrong and witty
been like that for real since she was little bitty.
I never had a kid stay in their room to play alone.
She liked her space and still likes to be all on her own
I get to talk to her here and there on the phone
I sit and ponder will she be better if I help her in little ways
Will she be stronger because I am weak
Did I teach her anything to help her in life
Will she be able to reach her dreams
without cooking up a lot of drama and schemes
Will her heart be true, or will logic win in the end
Can she make the two blend to work for her benefit
I hope she can overcome my family traits of doom, chaos, 
and the forever two steps back. I do not regret the days we
stayed outside till dark to play, or the hugs and kiss that I really
miss. I do think of the turmoil and dismay as I showed her all 
of my love, but did not teach her of the cruel world as we know it
I did not tell her it will try to tear her down, it will hold her down
until she almost breaks. I never said to be afraid. I never said watch
 your money, watch your back, watch your friends, watch your neighbors, 
and for sure watch the family. They will be your demise every time. 
Now I just pray she saw my life, of struggle and strife
 even though it has been a full and lovely life
 I hope she wins and gets past the dark, but still manages to hold onto her heart.