Noticed

Life is always going on around us, yet we hardly ever take any notice.
Some dwell onthe past, as everything go's by so fast.
Others think only of thier future instead, they never see to where they are being lead.
All I feel is the sorrow, often I wonder if i should see tomorrow.
The need for an equal in mind and spirit is all to real, all of the heartache and dispare this one thing could heal.
It seems to great a thing to hope for, all i find is pain behind every door.
I am told to act like everyone else, I know for sure I could never be that false.
To be ones true self to some seems so scary, for then we all would truely vary.
Is that so bad to be truely unique, can we not handle when others cretique.