A little background for those of you that don't know:  here  
  I'm trying to tear a hole in the wall of how I felt as a child, even if I'm blinded by what I see.
  Of what little I see is possibly anger hatred directed at whom?
  Situation, G-d, the disease, maybe even my brother I don't know.
  So in the end I am irrevocably damaged in ways I can't really imagine.  I know others have suffered just as much when they were children (if not more so), but I think they have an inner strength I do not have.
  I probably would've had my own significant issues even if my father had no problems.  I think I'd still have trouble believing in myself.
  No one will believe in myself for me...  Where does that lack of self-confidence come from?  I don't believe in anything for myself.
 What about the pervasive pessimism?  That's been with me since before I can remember.  Where does it come from?  How do I extricate something that has been there so long?
  The logic inside is only a wall so no one can see what I'm really feeling – can't even see it for myself.
  Would I still have become a programmer if my father didn't have the disease? (he was a programmer himself)  
  For the child I never was
 For all that I can never have
  I have to let myself in before I let you in.  That's why I'm so quiet.