Victoria Nojang

Therapy Monologue


Tell me what goes on in your mind
When you sit gazing at the blues
Perhaps only you can tell
What others do not see
Do not let us call you depressed
Sounds like an oppressed mess
Oh please be who you are
Without being a grotesque clown


Don't marvel at me with that gaze
I'm in a haze of
Circus illusion.



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