My Weakness Poem by Laura arwen

My weakness are
books because they
are enchanting
We could die
for our weakness
There's no happy
ending with it
I don't want
to be weak
It is invisible
for a long
time
Secretly it destroys
me
It makes me
hysterical and sick
I'm not satisfied
of my weakness
I hate my
weakness
Sometimes I want
to destroy it
but I can't
I feel very
weak in this
world
It is uncomfortable
and absurd
Sometimes it hurts
very much because
it can manipulate
my feelings
I want to
be strong to
overcome it
I refuse to
submit myself to
any weakness
I think it
could be a
prison or a
barrier
In some occasion
it could be
a terrible escape
from real problems
It awakens many
fears and doubts
It drives me
to a different
loneliness
It could drive
me to a
horrible abyss