Picture a pretty girl in green
Her friends were not all what they seemed.
Giggled whispers in vacant air
You'd soon catch on that they weren't there.
Picture a pretty girl in red
She'd learned to hide her friends instead.
Scribbled writing soon testified
Her words could make them come alive.
Picture a pretty girl in gray
Exposed to worthless love today.
She closed her heart off to the world
And in her tales, true love unfurled.
Picture a pretty girl in pink
Who takes revenge with pen and ink.
So sick of seeing unseen hurt
The villains get their just deserts.
Picture a pretty girl in brown
Her eyes aglow with love she's found.
Stacks of forgotten fairytales
Were left, for real life made them stale.
Picture a pretty girl in black
She wished the clock would take her back.
Her writing took an eerie turn
As heartbreak clouded all she'd learned.
Picture a pretty girl in white
Whose tears drop on the page tonight.
Her words now lack the heart and soul
For which her stories once were known.
Picture a pretty girl in blue
Her mind now filled with thoughts of you.
The writer's block has left her dry
She can't forget, although she tries.
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The Art of Confusion
PoesieDiana 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...
