Intoxicated Anxiety

The tumor had already grown roots
Every night, my anxiety rode his carnival dance
Each day was tasteless, as broken glass under my feets
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I drank and intoxicated me
And time did no longer exist 
I cleared the pain off my way
(I thought)
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For all I could reminisce over, I had no one to share with
And no one saw me smile
Was I only an illusion,  was I not worth dwelling upon?
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My anger and my hatred was clever
Gave me a voice that could be heard
Why bother, why always think soon
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The tumor had long ago grown roots
Every night, my anxiety rode his carnival dance
I, whom no friends had, either no one  to support me.


-Cecilie 
(Orginalt fra 20 mai 2011)