Teach me how to sing again
Teach me how to dance
Teach me how to try again
And how to take a chance.
Teach me how to hope again
Teach me how to dream
Teach me how to love again
And stitch my broken seams.
Teach me how to laugh again
Teach me how to smile
Teach me how to cry again
And make it worth my while.
Teach me how to trust again
Teach me how to see
It's not a world of hurt again
It's what You planned for me.
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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...
