Postcard # 23

June 7th, 2015

When I was a kid, just about nine

I went to a therapist for some time

And the other kids at school asked, "What's wrong with you?"

When I was twenty-one, I was confused and sad

I went to a therapist to talk about that

And I would wonder and worry what's wrong with me

Now I'm thirty-four

Sometimes that darkness comes knocking on my door

Sometimes I'm lost, making my way through the maze

But me and the darkness can coexist

I've got my GPS, I've got my therapist

And there's nothing wrong with me

I'm just a human being

With a lot of feelings

With a lot of questions