She's not alone in it this time
She took the pill and drank the wine
She smoked a shot and spun around
In drunkenness new love was found
Confused she stays because in life
She's learned that love will always hide.
But there it is and so is he.
You're not 'cause you're not here with me.
She carved new flaws and told new lies
But there's still innocence in her eyes.
It's been hidden by a broken disguise
But this is what reigns in the sharpest of lives.
YOU ARE READING
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...
