"Why in me does she entrust her sorrow?

I cannot save myself

So how can I save her?"

The thing i love about your writing is that you leave the person at the end[or at least leave me at the end] thinking. About myself, my life, and your poetry/songs take me through flashbacks of my life as if you are telling my story.

"He was always angry" This made me think of my mother and at the same time i think of myself

and then i got to these consecutive lines,

"Why then am I angry?" I think of the frustration i used to feel before i knew my anger came from fear.

"And my anger makes me angry"  This to me explained that without the knowledge I now contain I would be frustrated with myself and my anger issues;frustrated with my life and with abuse, ect. I was and still can at times be a passive aggressive person, and when i didnt vent my frustration[fears] to another human being I would let [as you say] my anger make me angry. Or in my translation My frustration of holding my fear inside turned to anger. It was a vicious cycle. Situations would happen, i had no outlet to talk about my fear, so i held it inside; bottinling it up. The more painfull occurances would happen and i would still be stuck. I would always be angry and i would either explode onto someone else which i never wanted to do.

"I would rather hurt myself than someone else

I would rather hurt myself than yell"

Or i would Drink or smoke or do what my poem A Painting; unseen explains. Lock myself up away from the world and throw away the key.

A note:

The reason I started off with quoting the ending of your poem is because it reminds me of where I was at a year ago. When someone would confide in me, I would ask myself, why? I am too insane to handle my own problems, let alone help anyone else. Then with time I relized that the person just needed someone to trust, someone to talk to that would truly listen. That they did not want me to solve thier problem or save them from their wretched life. They just needed a companion to talk to. 

Such as if i were to be in their shoes sharing my problems with them, I would just want an active listener; a friend. Not a poblem solver, because THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN SOLVE MY PROBLEMS IS ME. such as this "prayer" i use to remind me of that. God[for simplicity sake i just leave it as god] grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change[such as other people] the courage to change the things i can[MYSELF] and the wisdom to know the difference[between the two] If i know this truth, then I am ok. I also know that I am lucky because after talking with many people I have heard personal stories of adults that though there whole life they were trying to save everyone but themselves. With this as an adult myself, when I venture completely out on my own $2000+ a month instead of a mear $400 that i will have enough serenity and truth to know that i can handle evey challenge that comes at me in life. And that for now I am lucky enough to have a father who took me in so that I can focus more on school and not have to worry half as much about bills.

Another note:

This piece hit close to home for me because it brought up a lot of memories from my own life. I throughly enjoyed it. I found this piece ironic when i came to theses lines:

"For I too wear a mask

I tatoo over my scars

And try not to make new ones

I would rather hurt myself than someone else"

I found it to be ironic because it simultaneously brought my mind to my new poem "A Painting; unseen" . It felt as if those lines were a stretched citation to my work. I have been in a bad space for the past few days and this piece REALLY helped put things in perspective. Thanks!

Great write!!!

<3~Helena~<3