Depression Is My Kryptonite

Hidden Community

We weren't warned what would become of us.
Society didn't tell us that it would exclude us.
There was no warning label on the back of our packaging letting the owner know that the contents would be harmful.
Nonetheless, through the process of learning what we can and can't do, what we are consumed by and the demons residing inside, we've overcome much more than the others.
The rightful citizens of society haven't been able to explore its treacherous wonders.
Nor the cavern hidden inside the secret passageway for the ones that are left out.
We have a home, with each other.
We are our own protectors.
We may not have the back up and support of the rest of the world, but we have one another.
And to me, that seems much more promising than anything else.
No one can offer a better level of understanding the differences and embracing each other like we're all part of a greater community.
A family perhaps.
I'm not sure.
But I love the family that I've created in our own little part of the world.
And I appreciate each and everyone of them for being themselves and I pride them over how much they've done in such a short period in their lives.
Thank you all for being amazingly you.
I'm glad that I've found you.