I've tried to make
A funny tune
I guess it's simply
Far too soon
It's writer's block
A broken heart
Two lovers that
Are states apart
The pen, I swear
All on its own
It starts out smiling
But then it roams
It writes down what
I don't want to mean
And I'm so mad
I think I'll scream
I hate to be sad
I don't want to cry
But that's all my pen
Just wants to write
Could it be
That I'm just bored?
Or is it that
I want to soar?
I'm stuck down here.
He'll never come.
All right, that's it.
I think I'm done.
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The Art of Confusion
PuisiDiana 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...
