Mixed and matched up
Triple dare
A trifling dress-up to make you scared
Who am I?
I'm the girl you met today there standing by the street.
Singing saddest love songs to a sad and tender beat.
I'm sweet and soft and kind they say, a treasure that he found,
But I am still so doubtful that I am heaven bound.
I'm just a little lost girl who ran away from home.
Just a child in the corner who knows she'll be alone.
Touch me with a fire and I'll burn up into ash.
Daddy made a nightmare that she knows will everlast.
I'm the scary bad girl whose heart is midnight black.
Don't dare to turn around 'cause I might stab you in the back.
My touch is purest poison so you'd better run and hide.
You'll never hope to guess the things I've buried deep inside.
I'm a psycho Joker girl who's set out on the loose.
You may not have seen me but I'm hung on the caboose.
Magic, dark and spells are what I've made my pure M.O.,
By my rules you'll play my game 'til I say you can go.
Mixed and matched up
Triple dare
A trifling dress up to make you scared
Who am I?
YOU ARE READING
The Art of Confusion
ПоэзияDiana 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...
