Depression Is My Kryptonite

Where I'm From

I am from the warmth bubbling in my chest, from the cold sensation that accompanied it.
I am from the symphony of noises, from both my own mind and the sound of society.
I am from the crowded room, from seeing each unfamiliar face pass by in a panicked frenzy.
I am from the sulfur radiating from my own personal demons lying restless within.
I am from the bitterness of my words and those of others that get stuck on a loop on my tongue, echoing throughout.
I am from the disappointment glares and the uneasy stares, from the daunting anxiety that won't leave my mind.
I am from the blinding pit of excuses and accidents, from the kids that get picked last and sit in the back of the class.
I am from the outcasts.