Detached

The more I see and realize who I am,
I am able to observe those hiding!
Behind masks they believe shields them,
From scrutiny and observation!
They say anything to be believed.
Choosing to be unfocused,
As if protected by fog, smog...
Or other pollutants,
Keeping their thoughts clogged!
It took time to define my vision.
They have no clue,
I am not playing peek a boo.
Even their minds are detached.
Wasting their time attached to mismatches.
Which makes their existence avoidable!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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