Dancer Young Jesus

Standing outside
After I hit my dog
In shame I ask
“How did I end up here?”
Cuz when I was young
I was a dancer
When I was young
I had no fear

And then at age 3
Someone started to hit me
And I was so helpless
And I wouldn’t cry
Something then turned
Into God-knows-what in me
It was as if
My heart was so far from my hands
Soon at 13
I was a drinker
As I grew tall
I became mean
And at 25
I was a thinker
Thinking I was
Something perfect and clean
And yet in my heart
I was so dirty
What was so wrong?
How did I end up me?
Cuz when I was young
I was a dancer
When I was young
I had no fear