I Like it This Way

Please excuse my lack of discretion

I have no other means of expression

If it gets too personal, understand I have zero profession

My life may seem simple but my mind a constant state of perplexion

I have endless feelings, this is how I deal with emotion

Though I may lack a bit of wisdom

I cannot suffer from suppression

The words will form and force their way into a vision

I can tweak a little with my imagination

I can manipulate a thought until it becomes a work of fiction

I can embellish,

Until I can't,

But you will always find some truth to my diction