Complicated, to be sure! And sad. The anger in this is really palpable. These read like obsessive thoughts. Thoughts had over and over and over again, read through, scribbled and crossed out. Shouted into the void, maybe. I know anger from that kind of pain (though our pain is different). And I know it's not easy put out. Truly, the only way to extinguish it is to look inward, close your eyes, and see the fire, and knowingly put it out. Now, if that fire is who you are, it can't be done. That anger will eat you until the resentment of it leaves bitterness behind. It did the same for my mother. I only decided to change it because I knew what she became, and it wasn't what I wanted for myself.

If this is fiction, it's a damn sharp piece, inspired by something most people know nothing about. If it's real.. if there's anyway I can help.. I surely would. =)