Late

What do you think I'm?
A weakness or a strength of yours?
Can you define me?
If you can, why haven't you done that yet?
Oh of course, you must be waiting for the right time then.
When would that come? Do you have any idea?
I'm strong,
I can't be someone's weakness.
If I'm, I feel guilty.
It pinches me inside.
Now don't you feel ashamed, of making me feel guilty because of you?
Oh of course, you must be waiting for me to become your strength somehow,
like I became your weakness.
Without me knowing it.
But dear old friend,
I'm sorry.
I can't become your strength.
Because you don't want me to.
I can see you, trying to get 'power' from your usual 'sources',
but you also know you can break like a match.
I wouldn't help you in this.
You've  limited me, my possession over you,
by calling me your weakness.
And that hurts.

I wish you could see what poison you've injected into your weakness.
Don't worry, it'll soon be destroyed.
Then you might feel strong.