I Wish I Was Better Poem by Thomas Ware

Not good enough to see,
Not good enough to be me,
Suffocating inside hopeless dreams,
Finding solace only in others,
Too insecure to dare to dream,
Murderous leaves, falling, falling,
Drowning in that insubstantial sea,
Feels like swimming against the current,
In an insane and self-made stream,
Not good enough to be.

Destroy my prison,
But just reforms,
On how long it took,
To break these doors,
Fatal sores,
Metastasizing more,
Rotting away at my very core,
My soul soars,
And then leaps down to torture,
And I roar,
Because it's all I can do to float on,
But I've been gored,
Showered in blood and tears,
Fear, it's everywhere in this store,
Of black anguish,
What is left but to die or,
Be absorbed.

Despair and anger, sorrow and rage,
I am trapped between this dual cage,
See the light just beyond,
My arms almost long enough to save,
The light inside me,
But I cannot find the ways,
The paths within go on for days,
As does the pain out there,
Withering, where, I can't spare, or raise,
Those exalted passages,
But I can raze,
Burn flat the animals to pave,
The final grave.