Socially acceptable

Socially acceptable people care about the world, but I don't care about the accepted and the people that surround the accepted theory. Though, I am too apart of that accepted theory, so doesn't that mean I don't care for myself? Maybe I don't care, maybe I do, or maybe I don't know that I'm always judging. People scan the world for the people who fit the image, but those who flip the switch aren't the true puzzle pieces to life. The questions lie within those too afraid to say them, they just walk with the wind going unnoticed, but people do notice; they see them as freaks and outcasts and deem them too, unacceptable, making them really fall under. The problems are right there always in our minds always in our hearts, but never on our tongues. What if we all spoke at once, what if we didn't speak at all? How would people see us then, would we be socially acceptable?