Liar, liar,
Pants on fire,
What's the truth and what is not?
Running, running,
Death is coming,
Don't hide or you'll get caught.
Cheater, cheater,
Pumpkineater,
He tripped and let you fall.
Kitty, kitty,
You're so pretty,
You'll answer to his call.
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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...
