Venting..

What am I doing!?
What could I possibly hope to acheive?
This is reality not some dream!
I need to face certain facts,
See whats right in my face,
Im looking like an idiot here,
Trying to do the impossible...
Whats become of my mind?
Why must I hope for the best,
When clearly the outcome wont change?
Why oh why,
Cant I just flow with the current?
Why do I always move against the wind?
Why cant I just accept,
What has already happened,
And save the last dignity I have left...