set up to fail

How can I accept what doesn't make sense
I strive for things that don't exist
follow the rules and all that is told
Love and happiness always my goal

Feel like I am sinking to a bottomless pit
each fight to get out finds me deeper in shit
Don't know who I am or why I am here
set up to fail on this ever spinning wheel

Did I miss the bus or take the wrong route
I follow my heart but I don't follow suite
no friends to confide in I don't fit in any group
a magnet for psychos that eat me like soup

as the madness continues I suffer alone
in this world of such wonder and beauty to behold
no more joy in my heart and no peace in my soul
at the end of my rope in this bottomless hole

This is sad allIc. :(

I have made many bad choices, the one which inspired this poem was a doosey.