Life Poem by Under A Microscope

Is it me, or do we all become blind to the simpleness of life.
We try so hard to be someone we're not, to impress someone
who isn't the one at all.
We work carelessly to have the things that in the end will not last,
and let go so easily the things which do matter.
We forget to live today as if it were our last and make plans for
a tomorrow which does not exist.
We remember and hold on to grudges and anger
as if it were our life support,
and yet forget what it is to love and forgive.
We judge others and their wrong doings,
but deny ourselves the healing process of accepting our faults.
Above all we try and try to live a life worth living and end up
not living one at all.