The art of confusion
Is one I enjoy
So for my amusement
Your mind I'll employ
You wanted to know me?
Well, sit right on down!
Before its next heartbeat
Your sanity drowns
I'll play with your heartstrings.
I'll screw with your mind.
I'll tell you those secrets
You don't want to find.
The truth of the lie is
Whatever seems cool
Reality changes
And fantasy rules
But don't feel so blue!
I'm not really so bad.
Why, my slickest moves—
They all came from my dad.
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The Art of Confusion
PoetryDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
