Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Some will never come to know,
The real you.
But the very few,
Who can say they do.
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If I did not...
You would not know.
Or grow.
If I made no effort...
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Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
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Who am I to call the mindless pitiful?
Or refer to their lack of sense,
As having a uselessness.
Afterall...
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Patterns undeniable.
Stitched to conceal
A seamlessness of misdeeds.
With a portrayal of purity...
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On the sidelines jeering!
Deafening boos are heard leering...
With catcalls and other strange sounds.
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Let me make this clear.
As best as I can express it!
Without premeditative doubts.
And a conscious free of wonder,
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I ran!
I didn't want to stay.
I couldn't.
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Who fooled who...
In a pool of fools,
Making headline news.
And loving to be scooped,
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We've got to knock,
Those fences down!
And every opposition,
Creating tensions mentioned.
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