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I've been born weak do I need strength?
The truth is I am at arm's length.

I sense weakness do I need aid?
Though effective my body failed.

I craved to change, what can I do?
The body is lame; that is true. 

I’m an addict do I suffer?
The caution is to recover.

I was fourteen and malcontent,
The mind muddled in its intent. 

I’ve been  careful still I derailed; 
The hungriness prevailed.

I asked for help which was offered
Then to rehab, I was ordered.

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