A smoker wants some sympathy
He wants you to understand
The terrible anxious feeling he has
When he's under the cigarette's command
But he also wants you to believe
That he is in total control
That he smokes because he enjoys it
This image is also his goal
No wonder he cannot break from this dreadful affliction
He doesn't know what's fact and what is fiction
Well, just to make things a little clearer
When you look right in the mirror
The image of you being in control
Is wrong, you're just a poor lost soul
Once this truth you fully accept
Escaping addiction, you'll be much more adept
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True...I'm trying to quit. I used to think I enjoyed it but I really hate it and so do the people around me so I am starting tomorrow cause I got a stretch of three days off. Good write...so true.