I’ve tried, really tried,
yet to sooth the savage beast
eludes me. Why? Tell me why!
Others can! So why should
this craving mock me, shame me,
crush my soul? Others stroll
from the beast, a whimpering kitten
in their lives though they’ve indulged
with the rest of us, partied just as hard.
Am I so weak, so deficient?
Where’s my will-power?
I’m sick to death of this addiction,
ready to give up.
You say there’s hope just because
I give up? That I’m sick but it need not be
to death? So tell me. I’m ready to hear you.