I write when I begin to feel emotions are things to purge and though not often does this occur my words are masterpieces waiting to be heard As if I feel something I will imagine Just for a grade Just for some attention pay me in your admiration if it exists Feed me false confidences if I fall short in deliverance But my ego is such it shall remain untouched I am better than skilled in deception I am a masterpiece painting its way I am so purposeful when I am set to complete any task or chore I meet but poems, they require a felt beat that only comes naturally when allowing notions to be free and I purge all that comes before I can contribute that nonsense to me