Caught in the Arms of ED
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONG
I THINK YOU GOT IT WRONG
I LIVE LIFE DAY TO DAY
HOPING IT WILL GO MY WAY
I HAVE MY FRIENDS AND MY FOOD PLAN
MY THERAPIST AND MY THOUGHTS
MY EXERCISE AND MY EXCITEMENT
THEN SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I GET CAUGHT
CAUGHT IN THE ARMS OF ED
TURNING MY EYES AWAY
FROM MY FOCUS TO WIN THE FIGHT
THAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO STAY.
HE TELLS ME THAT I AM SELFISH
THAT I SHOULD DOUBT MY EVERY MOVE
ONE MINUTE I AM HAPPY
DO I HAVE A RIGHT TO FEEL THIS GOOD?
DOUBTING MY STRENGTH AND CONFIDENCE
AS ED ALWAYS KNEW I WOULD
I AM LOSING INCHES AROUND MY WAIST
AND MY PANTS ARE FALLING OFF
I SEE THE FACE OF ED IN MY HEAD
AS HE BEGINS TO LAUGH AND SCOFF
YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING STRONG
YOU THINK YOU GOT ME BEAT
LET ME SEE YOU LOSE EVEN MORE
YOU WILL SEE THAT YOU WERE WRONG.
THE LITTLE VOICE IS ALWAYS THERE
CHATTERING AWAY
CAN'T I SEND HIM TO DETENTION
OR KILL HIM FOR GOOD TODAY?
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I GET CAUGHT UP IN MY LIFE
AND REALIZE THAT I AM HAPPY AND STRONG
AND FORGET TO FOCUS ON THE FIGHT
PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU CARE
DON'T LET ED BE RIGHT.
Mary Pat shares her words so that others may find theirs.http://www.reflectingrace.com
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