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