My Problem

a poem written for a friend of mine, and for anyone with an addiction problem

Maybe I'm right
Or maybe I'm not.
All I know is
I just cannot stop.

The feeling it gives,
Like stealing my pain.
It never forgives,
My efforts in vain.

I can't miss a day,
Or I risk its fury.
Even though I pray,
And go before jury.

The hold that it has
Over my weak self
Is just as bad as
Its hold on itself.