Enthusiastic forces,
Pressing inward on my soul.
Slow, drawn out destruction
Seems to be their goal.

Stealing my balance,
To match it to their own.
Stepping up my mind
So I’ll never slow down.

Day in, day out, sleeping, waking
They’re stealing my propensities,
Continually replacing them
With their own harmful ways.

Something feels…wrong--
I've got to make it fit.
If I don’t,
The voices won't let me forget it.

Make it feel…right--
Fix it, girl,
Do something fast.
Don’t think to struggle.

Something feels…wrong--
Pushing back causes pain.
But giving in
Pulls me deeper yet again.