A second of clash ?

Sometimes you're in a paranoia, you think you're
always right, and whoever stand on your road
he faces your revile.
But where lies the fault ?

You never went through the panorama of the problem,
and later when you do, its too late.
life's' like that, a temper of second, becomes another
series of temper for hours and days.

Sometimes it feels like, I could've been calm for a second,
and could've saved this mess in my life, but you never act on time.
Why is it so ? Why we cannot control ourselves ?
How many people you can find? who can control themselves ?
I found one, how many more you can find ?

So is it a problem of human nature in general ?
People will suggest you for many ideas , exercises,
and control methods, but do they really help ?
and why do we need them ? why we can't ourselves on our own ?

The questions remain unanswered,
cause 'm not fit enough to give one,
so can somebody explain this,
cause 'm already biased.

In the end, a self-written poem

I can't find my mistakes
cause 'm still looking through my eyes
when you get biased
every moves seems fines.

I try to be neutral
but sometimes you don't even try,
and you let others' think
that you're too biased.

People ask me to be neutral
I try to understand
I even try to find my flaws.
I know nothings' perfect
neither the points 'm standing on
But isn't it that my
foundations have been strong enough

But wait !ain't I biased again ?

I try to find a solution
but this human nature.
Is this just for me ?
or is it that 'm a freak ?

I've noticed people who've won
the wars on wrong points
how was it possible ?
was it the defect of other side ?

or is it that 'm biased again ?

Sometimes I feel , whats the use of it ?
by proving one wrong,
you try to stand yourself right ?
and isn't it that broken
mirror can be joined, but
they still remain with broken lines ?

Your relation seems like that only
once it gets detached, it ain't the same
again, there are glitches in future lines.

I don't wanna be biased again
someone save me from this life.