Smoking Poem by Victoria Gauci

I want another cigarette
When I just finished my last one,
I realize the hold they have
And what I have become,
Addicted to the nicotine
And having something in my hand,
Why have I let it get so bad
Is what I don't understand,
My body has become dependent
Upon the drug nicotine itself,
The amount that I spend is wasted but
Is adding to the companys' wealth,
As I've written these words here before me
I realize the deal,
That to quit is a commitment I make
And I have to make it real.