Those who scrutinize others,
From the corners of their eyes.
Do not realize,
Whomever is being examined...
With it done to have experienced this.
Is often the one already accustomed,
To being dissected as if an insect inspected.
Watched to then be picked apart.
By those who scrutinize.
With it done to discuss with others,
Equally dishonest and unconscious.
But believe themselves,
To not expose who they are...
By perceiving their technique is discreet.
Although sneaky they prove to be.
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You have tweaked the peek we all seek.