I wrote something....

Never Enough

Is this you? Nothing more?
Can’t you do more, say more, be more?
You should. You want to. And yet…
You fall. You fail. This is you.
Constantly fighting, dreaming, trying
Beneath the tragic beating of time
But it’s never enough. You’re not enough.
You should do this. Say this. Feel this.
But you’re always one step behind.
Behind the world and all you should be.
You could be, you know. If only you were better.
But you’re not. You’re you. You’re less.
Less than now and what tomorrow could be, should be.
Less than who you were and who you’ll never be.
Because you’ll never be enough. You’re you.
Who are you anyway? Do you know?
Are you but a spineless dream?
A fading image of how life seems?
Your soul screams with a thousand desires,
Intangible hopes always beyond your grasp
Because your grasp is you, never enough.
This is a life without the living.
This is to want and never to hold.
Make the choice between never and now
Because you’ll never escape this, never attain this.
You’ll never be this, you’re not enough.