There is a moment,
When you feel like you understand a thing,
But actually you dont.
You force yourself to stay strong,
Faking the adaption,
Expecting people to believe that you really are.
There is a moment,
When the thing gets rough,
You open for a negotiation which you never intend to accept dissenting opinions,
You stand still upon concrete arguments,
The arguments which you believe that will win you.
When you are in the moment,
You rebel, at the same time you begging,
Begging so that people would understand you.
Waiting people to give up and apologize.
But at the end of the day,
You would just sit and stare,
Asking yourself how it gets started,
How it happens,
Until you come up with the poison and the cure.
That time,
You dont have to be shocked,
Because,
The poison is actually You.
The cure is also You.