I am an addict.
I cannot live without it.
An insurmountable urge from within,
Makes it impossible to quit.
It here is a habit,
Which shoots my wit
And makes me unfit,
Or as they say, misfit.
To find peace I chose to commit,
To my inner voice I submit.
But atleast I am not a hypocrite,
For I have the courage to admit.
Funny, your thoughts right now,
Whispering the signs of distress.
But I never disclosed “it”.
Maybe I didn’t want to impress.
~ Not all addicts and addictions are bad. Mine is Writing.