How do I reconcile?

[porcelainorchid]

I'm so scared, now... fucking terrified;
Petrified.
Because the ground I stand on is unsteady;
Shifting.
Because I live a dichotomy;
Because trust is transitory.
Because the ground is unsteady;
And I where I stand is not always where you stand.

Because I am at sea without an anchor.
Lost and adrift, and subject to your ever shifting waves.
Because I am the glass half full turned over;
Wasted to the dirt.

Because I am the mouse on the wheel;
Running towards a goal I'll never reach.
The oasis on the edge of my vision;
Disappearing once close.

And yet I keep running, I'll always keep running.
Until I'm dead.