Exaggeration

The war inside my head,

Is as loud as the wind in the middle of a tornado.

Isn't poetry crazy?

I can tell you about my emotions,

Or what I had for breakfast.

It could be a slice of toast but,

I could describe it as gods hand tracing the outline of my lips and showering me with all the hope.

But yet, it is just a slice of toast.

I guess maybe that's why,

I am so dramatic.

I have used poetry as a home

It has shown me to use

Exaggeration as the cave that hold my tongue.