Under Their Conniving Noses

I have been the me,
I have been blessed to have been.
I didn't have to go anywhere to pretend.
And where I've been I did my 'thing'.
With the discouraging of words heard...
That where I am,
A nothing I will be!

Well...
That 'nothingness' I have become,
Seems to others to have stunned.
And the ones,
Who have become shocked...
Are those very people critiquing my efforts,
Nonstop!

But there are others around the world,
Who have for years disagreed...
With those locally making assessments,
Of who I am and can not possibly have achieved...
Under their conniving noses.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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