It is the waiting that kills
Each second amuses the mind with
Playful scenario of how it would go
And stay, or leave…
Little by little, that happens.
That doesn’t. Build up a house of mockery.
Self disempowering, self neglecting.
Until the anger takes the stage.
It throws everything to protect
Its defense is offensive,
It knows only how to fight…
Coz anger was born from feeling not safe.
Realizing now one will come to rescue,
And the next are the tears.
They try to clean the warfield.
Wash the flame of anger,
Because they know…
It is wrong and right at the same time.
Who can judge. When you hurt when you’re hurt.
But acception is rarely ever the end
Denial is the loyal visitor
In the end,
All will turn to ego to go.
You know it happens,
It is more than a shiver.