People Are Different (Poem)

Some people scream for attention,
but put away and claimed detention.

Some does not understand, the pain, the suffer
that one once had to go at.

Why is it so hard for us to communicate,
when our goal is set as the same?

Perhaps we are different in so many ways,
that only a miracle could sway.

One day, you might take my hand,
if I'm dead or not, is not the plan.

If you can see me now,
don't waste time, I might not then be fine.