issue of the day: What i detest most about a person.

i've always thought i couldnt bear lies, hate to be lied to.
but as maturity sets in, experiences of life piles up, i realise there's nothing more than hypocrisy and plagiarism that i abhor more.

these traits that is only evident of grown-up life was never seen in the younger days of mine.

that makes it all the more detestable when i get exposed to it now. - day by day.

main reason being i've always been proud of my originality, my creativity.
albeit the all time lousy academic performance, i stand proud at the introduction of my next invention.
which indeed, received praises.
but the next thing i knew was, another person starts imitating the exact same design/idea and make it sounds all hers.
the word is "sounds".

the usual argument would be that 'since you are the creator of it, why worry?!'
but no, search the people around you, who would care about the creator of a particular design when the onlookers get to join in the admiration of it and be part of the praising voices?
the idea is that, imitators get away with their nasty amoral behavior while the creator suffer from infuriating thoughts of their products being plagiarized.

and never gotten that credits back again.

the worst of it all be that the imitator soon usurp the situation and claims to be able to outdo the original producer before showing off her whatsoever ability that were copied.

and yes, then me, the victim of the matter will then remain silent towards the unjust treatment for the plagiarist is someone i dont wish to expose.

stupid, you may call, but its my generosity towards _____.
my ability to forgive _____ easily.

hypocrisy is what i see in the same .

the well roundedness of it all,
the stages of a well maintained relationship,
even the prey itself is unaware of the predatory signs.
even the prey has thought the predator as a friend.

until confusion awakens,
until the truth comes to light.

when hatred stirs,
when defensive guards was raised,

all's come to a naught,
the faith that was built, the trust that was constructed vanished in the air.

the pity of life, i say.
the meaningless struggle for power,
the pointless competition with enemy who could have made the best of friend.

but isint it all the tests of life?
isint this evident of the sorts of characteristic in mankind?
not all- but in many.

i detest, but i accept.
im aware of, but i guard against.
i know, and im disappointed at the misjudgement of a _____.