They say that everyone is different, and that we should be proud of who we truly are inside, because different isn't boring, it's special.
But what if we're different for the wrong reason? What if we are troubled, addicted, misbehaving? They might show us pity but deep down inside they hate us.
We are outcasts, they want us to stay out of society, away from others. They don't want us anywhere near them.
We were mistakes, we were abandoned, mistreated, because we 'deserve' it, they told us.
But don't they know we have feelings, too? Don't they know that with a little support we can live a better life? Don't they know they made us the way we are?
But they still keep blaming us. They want us to change, while they stay the same. And as a last measure to get back their own miserable lives like they once were, they send us away and we end up in hell on earth: a group home where we will live till we're eighteen, where they will try to actually change us 'for the better', they say.
Tell me, is hell better than reality?