Sent away

When I was 15 my mom decided I was too difficult so she sent me away to live with my dad. It meant leaving my home in england, my sister, mother, grandparents, cousins, friends everyone I had ever known. I moved to canada to live with my dad and his new wife, I hated them, I hated school, I felt like an alien, no one knew of my suffering and no-one really tried to understand me. I left home at 16 and became a mother at 17,. At 18 I was a single mother. When I left england I was told to never look back and so I didn't. Now I want to grieve the loss of home, family, friendships, security, childhood, innocence and the list goes on... I don't know how tho and so I keep living behind masks.