I got too many faces and divisions in my character to keep up with my behavior.
I'm sickened and dying, barely surviving,
And the more I try the more I fail.
Every rung I climb on the ladder of life just brings me one rung higher for my imminent decent.
The higher I climb, the farther I fall.

I force myself into being and doing,
That which I look up to, and desire
But in the end it won't even matter,
Yet I will choose to continue changing for the sake of growing,
I'll get better and better and I'll never cease.
Halting isn't even in my mind.