Ther.a.py
There is a place where I can go
Where I actually can let my hair down and let my troubles flow
where I know my secrets won't be told
where I can be myself; big bad and bratty or vulnerable or bold
but maybe that's just me
a person who I can talk to who doesn't know me
who won't try and say what they feel is best for me
for sometimes if you know me, you feel you can judge me
but their job isn't to judge me
Their job is to help me, provide guidance and assistance to me
As I try to figure this thing call life out, they provide a brief escape from my reality
Cause what I can’t do, is continue to allow troubles on the inside to fester and grow
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