Something That Collects Hidden Dirt Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Today it can become so frustrating,
To remain conscious with such focus.
And...
It is noticed.

To be the one baited to answer questions,
With expectations to make a clear opinion...
Has become a challenge to keep one's mouth shut.
Without someone observing a lower lip bitten.

And to be respectful to others without being introduced?
Is enough to have others suspect the one doing it,
Of being on some new prescribed medication.
People seek evidence of it by staring intently into the eyes.

Being honest and direct and remaining true to oneself too?
This can lead to one being stalked.
Talked about and even wiretapped.
To find 'something' that collects hidden dirt from 'somewhere'.