Powerless 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?